Crossing the Bar

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1889) — a poem card from Justes Mots

An old poet's calm walk down to the water, certain the tide only carries him onward.

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…

Themes: sympathy · reflection