Captain my Captain!

Aquí va mi homenaje al capitán general por el aniversario de su muerte y los 100 años de su nacimiento, para regocijo de todos los patriotas inteligentes y la eterna tortura de de rabanitos, sandías y otros especímenes podridos e hipócritas, como sepulcros blanqueados.

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:

    But O heart! heart! heart!
    O the bleeding drops of red,
    Where on the deck my Captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead.

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;

    Here Captain! dear father!
    This arm beneath your head;
    It is some dream that on the deck,

        You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

    Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
    But I, with mournful tread,
    Walk the deck my Captain lies,

        Fallen cold and dead.

Sufran marranos pipiolos, el capitan general, continuador de Bulnes, Portales, Montt y Varas, dejó una huella profunda en Chile, que ninguna de sus enanas revanchas ha podido alterar. He dicho.