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 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.

Crossing The Bar

Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson-Images curated by Lady Elle

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