Wednesday, April 09, 2008

For Bookfool

This poem is near to my heart. I read it at my grandfather's funeral and it will be read at my funeral someday. Today, I would like to post it for my blogging friend Bookfool in the hope that it provides some sort of comfort.

CROSSING THE BAR 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.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' 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.

1 comment:

Bookfool said...

Aww, thanks Amy. That's so sweet. Sorry it took me 12 days to get around to reading, but what lovely, comforting words. Thank you so much for sharing that!!! I'm starting a file of poems I love and I'll chunk that one right into the file. :)