From The Birmingham Age-Herald, May 21, 1913. By Tennyson. 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 or 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.