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