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.
( crossing the bar // alfred, lord tennyson )
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