Crossing The Bar
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.
-Alfred Tennyson-
