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. When I put out to sea When I put out to sea May there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea. Twilight and evening bell And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark. When I embark When I embark May there be no sadness of farewell When I embark. 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. Turns again home Turns again home When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. 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. I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.