Crossing the Bar
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Sunset and
evening star,
And one
clear call for me!
And may
there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put
out to sea,
But such a
tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full
for sound and foam,
When that
which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns
again home.
Twilight
and evening bell,
And after
that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I
embark;
For
through from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood
may bear me far,
I hope to
see my Pilot face to face
When I
have crossed the bar.
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