The Final Poem in the Volume

[cbtreks]

Ok, it wasn't a volume of only Tennyson, but I still like the idea of this being the last poem.

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Crossing the Bar

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 though from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

(by Alfred Lord Tennyson)

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I've actually enjoyed doing the poem a day very much; I doubt I'll keep it up daily but I'll probably keep posting poems.