10. 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
Buto heart heart heart
o the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain my Captaint 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 dosed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, Oshores, and ring, o bells
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lles,
Fallen cold and dead.

In one paragraph of at least three to live sentences, analyze the imagery in the stanza in bold. Identify the mood the author intended to create with this imagery, as well as the
connotations used in the diction. Use proper spelling and grammar. (10 points)
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