Yet I see my palace shining, where my love sits amaranths twining,
And I know the gates stand open, and I shall enter in!
—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.
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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,