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CROSSING THE BAR
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark !
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.
For tho' from out our bourne of Time
and Place The food may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
These Poems were not included by the Poet Laureate in his col. lected Poems, but have, since his death, been published by his son, Hallam, Lord Tennyson. They were submitted, according to the Poet's desire, to an expert committee of friends, before publication.
* I, LOVING Freedom for herself,
THE HESPERIDES.* And much of that which is her form,
[Published and suppressed by my father, and Wed to no faction in the state,
republished by nie here (with accents written A voice before the storm,
by him) in consequence of a talk that I had I mourn in spirit when I think
with him, in which he regretted that he had The year, that comes, may come with
done away with it from anong his “ Juve.
nilia."] shame, Lured by the cuckoo-voice that loves
Hesperus and his daughters three To babble its own name.
That sing about the golden tree. Comus. Copyright, 1897, by The Macmillan Com. The North wind fall'n, in the new-starréd 2- pany.
Zidonian Hanno, wandering beyond * Life of the Life within my blood, The hoary promontory of Soloë,
Light of the Light within mine eyes, Past Thymiaterion in calméd bays
Heard neither warbling of the nightingale, And mingle kisses, tears, and sighs, Nor melody of the Libyan Lotus-flute Life of the Life within my blood,
Blown seaward from the shore; but from Light of the Light within mine eyes.
That ran bloom-bright into the Atlantic * Copyright, 1897, by The Macmillan Com
Beneath a highland leaning down a
Of cliffs, and zoned below with cedarThou may'st remember what I said
shade, When thine own spirit was at strise
Came voices like the voices in a dream
Continuous; till he reach'd the outer
SONG OF THE THREE SISTERS.
1. change, Led silently by power divine,
The Golden Apple, the Golden Apple, Thy thought did scale a purer range
the hallow'd fruit, of prospect up to self-control,
Guard it well, guard it warily,