A Poem

I ran across this in my English class and thought I'd share it.

Crossing the Bar

by Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And on 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 thought from out our bourne of

Time and Place

The flood my bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.