Weekly Interlinear Poem




Send me e-mail - robert15115@gmail.com
Robert Jackson

This is the poem for the week of December 22.
A new interlinear poem is available each Monday.


Crossing the Bar

-Alfred Lord Tennyson


Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me
And may there be no moaning of the bar
moaning of the bar=sounds as the waves roll over a sandbar
When I put out to sea

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
But such a tide=But, instead, such a tide
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!
turns again home=the tide reverses and ebbs (with the poet afloat on it)

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 bourn of Time and Place
bourn=boundary [we are bounded by Time and Place]
The flood may bear me far,
flood=water that rises before the tide ebbs
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
Pilot=spiritual guide
When I have crossed the bar.
crossed the bar=traversed the boundary between life and death





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, though from out our bourn 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.