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 through 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.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
NOTE: I watched a new BBC series, Britain in Bike today and the highlights of the program is cycling around the Isle of Wight - southern part of England (near Southampton). The island is stunning for nature lovers and there are prominent writers in the past that the island influenced them on their writings. For instance, Charles Dickens, author of A Christmas Carol also visited the island and rented a house (Winterbourne) to write his novels, David Copperfield; including Alfred Lord Tennyson that wrote this poem while travelling by boat from mainland (Lmington) to Yarmouth. Farringford is the residence of Tennyson in the island and he was also appointed as Baron of Freshwater.
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