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, it’s voyage closed and done; from fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
In at least 150 words, describe the poetic devices used in this poem.