<Dd> Fallen cold and dead . </Dd> <P> O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; </P> <Dl> <Dd> Here captain! dear father! <Dl> <Dd> This arm beneath your head; <Dl> <Dd> It is some dream that on the deck, <Dl> <Dd> You've fallen cold and dead . </Dd> </Dl> </Dd> </Dl> </Dd> </Dl> </Dd> </Dl> <Dd> Here captain! dear father! <Dl> <Dd> This arm beneath your head; <Dl> <Dd> It is some dream that on the deck, <Dl> <Dd> You've fallen cold and dead . </Dd> </Dl> </Dd> </Dl> </Dd> </Dl> </Dd>

Who is exulting in o captain my captain