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 of the boundless deep
Turn home again.
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Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness in farewell,
When I embark;
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For though from out our borne 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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Poetry
Poetry~Poems~They're not just words on paper, they express feelings right to you~Beautiful Word Portraits~Mine, and others~ For my best poems, read the my newest ones. (The ones toward the bottom of the list)
