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 crossed the bar.
Sir Alfred Lord Tennyson
