Crossed 'over the bar'    

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 though 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.

Alfred Tennyson