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 or 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 so 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