Tennyson’s Poetry

by: Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Crossing the Bar”

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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.

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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.

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Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark[.]