Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
and one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning
on 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 borne
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.
Alfred Tennyson
Bio by John-Landen's Papa
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
and one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning
on 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 borne
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.
Alfred Tennyson
Bio by John-Landen's Papa
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