May He in Peace

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 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.

——Tennyson《crossing the bar》