Pleasant night time thoughts

Army Wife & Toddler Mom started me on this mid night path... A comment on my (late) Carnival of the Recipes post led me to this post, then this one, which led me to recall this, once again. 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, 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 tho' 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. Lil sidebar: I wrote a tune/piano accompaniment for this as an exercise for a comp class in college and still hear that every time I think of this poem.