StoryTitle("caps", "Crossing the Bar") ?>
(1809-92) "Crossing the Bar" is one of the noblest death-songs
ever written. I include it in this volume out of respect to a young
Philadelphia publisher who recited it one stormy night before the
passengers of a ship when I was crossing the Atlantic, and also because
so many young people have the good taste to love it. It has been said
that next to Browning's "Prospice" it is the greatest death-song ever written.
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Sunset and evening star,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And one clear call for me!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And may there be no moaning of the bar,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "When I put out to sea,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "But such a tide as moving seems asleep,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Too full for sound and foam,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "When that which drew from out the boundless deep", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Turns again home.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Twilight and evening bell,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And after that the dark!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And may there be no sadness of farewell,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "When I embark;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "The flood may bear me far,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "I hope to see my Pilot face to face", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "When I have cross'd the bar.", "") ?>
PoemAttribution("100", SmallCapsText("Alfred Tennyson.")) ?>
PoemEnd() ?>