Ha! yeah I know it's Whitman's...but the lazy couch potato part of my brain immediately went to the 'O Captain, my Captain' part of The Dead Poets Society.
And Boston is bad assz. They really are. Mere mortal words cannot describe them.
Best of luck on the writing. The only thing I've been able to write tonight was a limerick in iambic pentameter inspired by Crow. The only words were Ka Kaw, repeated over and over and over.