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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
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.