Crossing The Bar

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
SUNSET and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And my 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 or farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' 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 crost the bar.