In the canon
Crossing the Bar
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1889
- Pages
- Pages 1
An old man waits for the tide to turn and carry him out past the harbor bar. He asks for a still sea, no tears at the dock, and hopes to meet his guide face to face on the other side.
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,
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