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Alfred,Lord Tennyson : Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
	And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar1,
	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 bourne2 of Time and Place
	The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
	When I have crossed bar. 

Alfred,Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)	1889

1 the sand bar, before the harbour; 2 boundary or limit

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