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Poem: Crossing the Bar by Alfred Tennyson

 

 

 

 

Crossing the Bar

 

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 though 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 cross the bar.

Alfred Tennyson