-o captain my captain! our fearful trip is done;
the ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
the port is near, the bells i hear, the people all exulting,
while follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
but o heart! heart! heart!
o the bleeding drops of red,
where on the deck my captain lies,
fallen, cold and dead.
neden bekliyorsun?
bu sözlük, duygu ve düşüncelerini özgürce paylaştığın bir platform, hislerini tercüme eden özgür bilgi kaynağıdır.
katkıda bulunmak istemez misin?