For whom again do these bell tolls? We hear a veteran too did go;
And a young teacher wave his last smile and said goodbye.
W. Whitman’s “O Captain, My Captain” echoes its rhythm with
disquieting calm; and do you brag the leaving of these cognitive
builders? Your strokes simply lure them asleep and are now most free,
never are bond to these tussles that each day some
wrestle, yearning for home or many returning weary, while other just rest in