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 (3)

its helpful and a little not understandable
There is a way to think of the style for a poem prior to write... Emily alone thinks of a super-o-super style for her poem...indeed her brain is wider than the sky- -superb- 10++++
This is almost my favorite by Dickinson. There has never been such a genius in writing poems. My favorite author by far.