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 which drew from out the boundless deep
Tums again home
Twilight and evening bell
And after that the dark
And may there be no sadness of fare well
When l embarked
For though from out bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far
I hope to see my Pilot face
When I have crossed the bar