1 Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning 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. 2 Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness farewell When I at last embark, For though' from out our Bourne time of and place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot's face When I have crost the bar.