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A Tribute for Haldir by "The Watcher of the Elves":
Long, blonde hair cascading,
And eyes blue as the sea,
Took complete control of
And captivated me.
"Haldir" is the name
That echos in my ears.
That is why, when you'd scream,
I'd fight away your fears...
You are all there is to me,
Even after your grave...
Now I wait for the day I pass,
When I'll see you and be saved.
You had this flare for passion,
You gave your all right from the start...
I think you were like Cupid,
Firing an arrow through my heart...
Love is something amazing,
We all love you still.
We would all fight for you:
Fight, die, and kill.
But now your beauty drained from us,
And our happiness does the same,
So we make this pledge to you:
Forever we honor your name.
O Captain, my Captain!
Poem by Walt Witman
| O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our
fearful trip is done; |
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| The ship has weatherd every rack, the prize we sought
is won; |
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| The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all
exulting, |
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| While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim
and daring: |
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| But O heart! heart! heart! |
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| O the bleeding
drops of red, |
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| Where
on the deck my Captain lies, |
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| Fallen
cold and dead. |
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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; |
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| Rise upfor you the flag is flungfor you the bugle
trills; |
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| For you bouquets and ribbond wreathsfor you the
shores a-crowding; |
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| For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager
faces turning; |
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| Here Captain! dear father! |
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| This arm beneath
your head; |
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| It
is some dream that on the deck, |
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| Youve
fallen cold and dead. |
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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; |
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| My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
nor will; |
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| The ship is anchord safe and sound, its voyage closed
and done; |
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| From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with
object won; |
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| Exult, O shores, and ring,
O bells! |
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| But I, with mournful
tread, |
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| Walk
the deck my Captain lies, |
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| Fallen
cold and dead. |
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