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Crossing the Dive Bar

Tennyson after hours.

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    Sunset and evening star,
      And one last call for me!
And may there be no moaning at the bar,
      When I get up to pee,

But such a crowd as drinking seems asleep,
      Too full of hops and foam,
And others (drunk or maybe feeling cheap)
      Already home.    

    Twilight and evening Bell’s,
       And after that the dark!
And may there be no cries or “What the hells?”
       When I embark;

For tho’ I’ve spent hours drinking in this Place
      The van may bear me far—
I hope my wife will kiss me on the face
      When I have crost the bar.


The Lamp is published by the Three Societies Foundation, a nonprofit organization based in Three Rivers, Michigan, in partnership with The Institute for Human Ecology at The Catholic University of America. Views expressed are those of the authors and do not necessarily reflect the views of The Institute for Human Ecology or The Catholic University of America or of its officers, directors, editors, members, or staff.

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