BETA

“ Sunset and evening star,1
And one clear call for me !2
And may there be no moaning of the
bar,3
When I put out to sea.4
But such a tide as moving seems
asleep,5
Too full for sound or foam,6
When that which drew from out the
boundless deep7
Turns again home.8
Twilight and evening bell,9
And after that the dark !10
And may there be no sadness of farewell,11
When I embark.12
For though from out our bourne of
Time and Place13
The flood may bear me far ;14
I hope to see my Pilot face to face15
When I have crost the bar.”16