Sunset and evening star, <br /> And one clear call for me! <br />And may there be no moaning of the bar, <br /> When I put out to sea, <br /> <br />But such a tide as moving seems asleep, <br /> Too full for sound and foam, <br />When that which drew from out the boundless deep <br /> Turns again home. <br /> <br />Twilight and evening bell, <br />And after that the dark! <br />And may there be no sadness of farewell, <br /> When I embark; <br /> <br />For though from out our bourne of Time and Place <br /> The flood may bear me far, <br />I hope to see my Pilot face to face <br /> When I have crost the bar.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossing-the-bar-2/
