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 though 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.

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Comments (25)

Beautiful poem. Goes to my poem list.
I really like this poem! ! ! ! I also am using it for my litercy day! ! ! ! ! ! ! yahhhhhh!
Trying to understand Bourne of time and place,
the theme of dead in the poem a realism of life
Sunset and evening star Excellent use of rhythmic effect.
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