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  1. By Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 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.
  2. Sunset and evening star - The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets. Crossing the Bar by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Poems | closmodunvamidan.eledarednilolifzatarewinmehl.co
  3. Sunset and evening star. Alfred Lord Tennyson. [Death and Burial.] In Lord Tennyson's Memoir of his father, vol. ii,, p. , he gives this account of the writing of this hymn:— "'Crossing the Bar,' was written in my father's eighty-first year, on a day in October [] when we came from Aldworth to Farringford.
  4. 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;.
  5. May tranquility be with you, dear Steve, and with your beloved wife Denbie, your fine sons Kacey, Jadon, Dylan, and their families, and all your extended family of friends. Here is Tennyson’s poem, written in , a few years before his own crossing. SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me!
  6. Sunset and evening star. 1. 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 the boundless deep Turns again home. 2. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be.
  7. The speaker heralds the setting of the sun and the rise of the evening star, and hears that he is being called. He hopes that the ocean will not make the mournful sound of waves beating against a sand bar when he sets out to sea.
  8. 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;.

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