Crossing The Bar
by Alfred Lord Tennyson




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 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 tho' 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.



My mom showed me this poem awhile back. She told me that this poem was read at my great-grandfather's funeral. I really like the last two lines.