O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d 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:
What will I give if my life dissolves?
The twelfth hour -
it rolls on, gold.
O! Ye (a)moral aesthetes,
I laugh at the lies,
the dirty lies; a feat.