Sunday, 16 August 2009

Flaming like shook foil

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 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 crost the bar.

In memoriam Alfred, Lord Tennyson (6 August 1809-6 October 1892)


marigold jam said...

Lovely photos and if the poem means what I think it means - need to study English Lit again I think - then how very true.


sea-blue-sky & abstracts said...

Lovely sunset photos and Tennyson poem. Spectacular. Bye for now. Lesley

Michela said...

Pomona, you are so talented at photography! (reading poems in English is a bit difficult for me..)
P.S.your b&b looks really charming and cozy! Lucky guests!

Gingerbread said...

The pictures blend nicely with the poem, very nice thank you. Julie.C

Menopausal musing said...

I was transported back to A levels........... Lovely words and fantastic photos. That top one was an absolute beauty. x

JuliaB said...

Hello. I just arrived from Flossie Teacakes. Lovely blog. I shall be sure to return! x

Duchess of Tea said...

Great poem, lovely accompanying photos. Darling I hope you had a lovely weekend. I just stopped by to wish you a sunny day!!

♥ hugs ♥


Cottage Garden said...

Tennyson and sunsets - what could be better. Thank you Pomona for reminding me of this wonderful poem. Beautiful photos.
Jeanne x

Tabiboo said...

Amazing pictures - a perfect sunset.

Have a lovely day,

Nina x

Ragged Roses said...

Beautiful photos to match wonderful words, thank you!

Crafty Green Poet said...

what gorgeous photos and nice to read a bit of Tennyson too.

Thanks for visiting my blog!


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