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.