Crossing the Bar

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 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 crossed the bar.