Crossing the Bar

By Alfred Lord Tennyson.

I have no words for today except those of one far more accomplished than me. For her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II .

Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And May there be no moaning at the bar
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide that moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound or 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 cross’t the bar.


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