O Captain! My Captain! Our journey will end with screaming storm and flood.
Prevailing winds will blow and turn this ship about, prizewinning and celebratory as it may seem.
Soon our ship will weigh anchor to the sound of klaxon bells, and with high kicking girls in attendance,
but we will gaze in horror, we two, as our journey leads to unhappiness and sharply honed fighting.

But O my love! My love! My love!
O, heart’s blood will flow, and stop,
our journey will end, oh my Captain, with the eternal rest
of sickness and death.

P.S. Walt Whitman said this far better than me. 🙂