Crossing the Bar - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may ther 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.

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This is one of my all-time favorite poems. I don't know why; it speaks to me on many, many levels.