Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), “Crossing the Bar”
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be 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.
2. Re-state/parse the poem
There are sunset and shining stars, calling for me distinctly. And I hope there will no be filled with mournful sound of the ocean beating on sand bar when I am about to sail. But the moment I board a ship, the seemingly asleep huge waves which were full of sound and foam flowed forward, then went back to its unfathomable depths under the nest. There was nightfall and curfew, following the dark will be coming.
And I hope there will no be any sorrow of parting when I am to board. How infinite the flood of space and time, may it take me to the distance. I hope I can meet my helmsman personally, when I have crossed the sandbank successfully.