Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tennyson said that “Crossing the Bar”, his iconic poem about death, “came in a moment”. Picture this: dying … is like … putting out to sea. So simple, right? And yet so darn true.
Tennyson wanted this poem put at the end of all editions of his poetry, for finality’s sake.
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 crost the bar