Crossing the Bar
by
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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 of bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bare me far
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
Henry Cuchiara
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