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 crost the bar.
by Tennyson
Cross'd - tsk tsk.
ReplyDeleteAnd should be 'disembark'. God.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I do wonder why poets put apostrophes in the place of only one letter. I suppose it's because they're poets.
ReplyDeleteYou nailed that photo Sarah. It looks as though you caught the first 'crossing' of the sea over dry sand. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteYou know, Blackberries have THE best phone cameras and are the worst for everything else. I'm still missing those pixels. That photo was taken when the surf went over the bar at Pallinup.
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