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.
- "Crossing the Bar," by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Submitted by Bryce Perica:
I first came across this poem in one of many literature surveys I took in college. I was an English Major. I read a lot of poems, but I always seemed to come back to this poem. For me, this poem beautifully combines faith in the afterlife with a little doubt--something we all struggle with but don't share that often. In the end, I think most of us would enjoy seeing a "Pilot" face to face, regardless of the beliefs we kept here on Earth. We all go back to the "boundless deep". I would like to arrive there with the same hope Tennyson speaks of.