[Diana in Wisconsin]

While still in their first blush of romance, I’ll bet they shared this poem:

O Captain! My Captain!
Walt Whitman, 1819 - 1892

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.

[Governor Dinwiddie]

Ha! Never thought I'd see Whitman and his references to Abraham Lincoln in a thread about Cap'n Crunch. FR is the greatest.

Reminds me of a Marilyn Monroe story. Back in the day at a Hollywood party, Fred Astaire and Arlene Dahl were discussing Walt Whitman. Marilyn overheard the conversation and chimed in:

Marilyn : "Oh Whitman! I just love his chocolates!"

Astaire (graciously) : "Oh yes, Marilyn. I believe we all do."

[moviefan8]

O Captain, My Captain

I suddenly remembered Dead Poets Society.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xv9JOVkR5PQ

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=j64SctPKmqk