Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

Crossing The Bar

Poem 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 though 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.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 28, 2011


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