CROSSING THE BAR
by: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
- UNSET and evening star,
- And one clear call for me!
- And may there be no moaning of the bar,
- When I put out to sea,
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- 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.
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- Twilight and evening bell,
- And after that the dark!
- And may there be no sadness of farewell,
- When I embark;
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- 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.
'Crossing the Bar' is reprinted
from English Poems. Ed. Edward Chauncey Baldwin. New York:
American Book Company, 1908. |
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