Crossing the Bar

¹Sunset and evening star,

²And one clear call for me!

³And may there be no moaning of the bar,

⁴When I put out to sea,

⁵But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

⁶Too full for sound and foam,

⁷When that which drew from out the boundless deep

⁸Turns again home.

⁹Twilight and evening bell,

¹⁰And after that the dark!

¹¹And may there be no sadness of farewell,

¹²When I embark;

¹³For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place

¹⁴The flood may bear me far,

¹⁵I hope to see my Pilot face to face

¹⁶When I have crost the bar.