O Captain!My Captain!Our fearful trip is done,
爱上海同城
啊！般长！我的船长！可怕的航程已完成；
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
甲板上躺着我的船长，
O Captain! my Captain!rise up and hear the bells;
爱上海同城
啊，船长！我的船长！起来吧，倾听钟声；
Rise up -for you the flag is flung -for you the bugle trills,
起来吧，号角为您长鸣，旌旗为您高悬：
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores crowding,
迎接您，多少花束花圈——候着您，千万人峰拥岸边；
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing;
他们向您高呼，拥来挤去，仰起殷切的脸；
This arm beneath your head;
我的手臂托着您的头！
It is some dream that on the deck
爱上海同城
莫非是一场梦：在甲板上
My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will;
我的父亲没感到我的手臂，没有脉搏，没有遗言；
But I,with mourful tread,
但是，我在甲板上，在船长身旁，