KG 272b

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 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.

KG 272B
Notes: Tennyson’s poem of 1889 “Crossing the bar”

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