Crossing the Bar
by 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 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.

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