Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Crossing the Bar

March 8th, Mike

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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 bourn 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.

Alfred Lord Tennyson


“Tennyson wrote “Crossing the Bar” in 1889, three years before he died. The poem describes his placid and accepting attitude toward death. Although he followed this work with subsequent poems, he requested that ‘Crossing the Bar’ appear as the final poem in all collections of his work”. (http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/tennyson/section10.rhtml)

1 comment:

  1. Happy birthday Mike. Rest in Peace. <3

    Liz

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