Monday, March 28, 2011

Crossing the Bar

Alfred Lord Tennyson, 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.

2 comments:

  1. My Dad, who passed away in 1989, used to quote this poem. He loved poetry. I don't think I have heard it read since he recited it last. Thanks for the reminder.

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  2. You are very welcome, Ginny. Blessings, sister!

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