For some reason have had Crossing the Bar in my head lately – one of Tennyson’s finest, and a poem that always makes me think of my Daddy. Not sure why it’s on my mind – it’s a little gloomy, to some, though I think it’s hopeful and reassuring. Maybe it’s just the notion that I’m setting out to a new sea. So, for Daddy, I post it here.
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 though 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.