Oh Captain, My Captain

Yet another GIDP in a clutch situation. Say it ain't so Derek.

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! is your amazing trip done?
The team has weather’d every rack, can the prize we seek be none?   
The rays are near near, the sox I hear, the yank fans all revolting,   
While we eye your un-steady keel, your hitting grim and flaring:   
    But O heart! heart! heart!            
      O the bleeding drops of red,   
        Let not on deck my Captain lie,   
          Fallen cold and dead.