Crossing the Bar
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 too full for 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 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.
The Great Adventurer
Over the mountains and over the waves,
Over the fountains and over the graves,
Under floods that are deepest, over rocks that are steepest,
Love will find out the way.
Where there is no place for the glowworm to lie,
Where there is no place for receipt of a fly,
Where the midge dare not enter, lest herself fast she lay,
If love comes, he will enter, and soon find out his way!
You may esteem him a child for his might, or you may deem
him a coward for his flight, but if she whom love doth honor
Be concealed from the day, set a thousand guards upon her
Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him by having
him confined, and some do suppose him, poor thing! to be blind.
But if ne’er so close you wall him, do the best that you may
Blind love, if so you call him, will find out his way.
You may train the eagle to stoop to your wrist
Or you may inveigle the phoenix of the East
The lioness you may move her to give up her prey
But you’ll ne’er stop a lover, never stop, never stop
Never, never, never, never stop!
Love will find out his way.