Sunset and evening star,
123And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
123When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
123Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
123Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
123And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
123When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
123The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
123When I have crost the bar.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892), 1889
Picture 10530111, photograph by Baron, 1954, image copyright Mary Evans / Illustrated London News