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 our
bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
​When I have crossed the bar