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 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 crossed the bar.
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Friday, April 30, 2010
classic poem #1
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4 comments:
I recited this poem at my father's funeral.
Aww. What a good choice! (You have lots of poems in your 'head' don't you?)
It has special meaning for me today too as a cousin of mine died two days ago after a long battle with cancer.
Sombre. Simple. Yet draws one away with its words. Thanks for sharing.
LJ
I used to play that on the piano. . . .
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