Thursday, December 15, 2005

Resluts of Last Weeks Poll and a Poem to Match

So, 2/3 of you who voted would prefer to be cremated instead of buried. The new poll is much lighter in terms of subject. I won't stay morose, I promise. I have posted a bit much about cemetaries. Sorry. However, in light of the exiting poll I submit this poem for the day by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

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.

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