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 bourn 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.
5 comments:
Not enough people read the classics anymore. Thanks for sharing!!
I love the Romantic poets.
I remember being forced to discuss this poem in high school. I can hear my English teacher now..."Class, what did Tennyson mean by crossing the bar?"
yeah, i'm kinda happy not to see toad spawn at the top of your blog as well! ;)
I love it! P.S. you could always post baby pics if you can't think of anything else. Some of us would enjoy looking at them :)
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