O Captain! My Captain!
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
(Walt Whitman)
Adieu Cœur-de-bœuf, frère capitaine : ton navire fou nous guide.