‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’

Sunset and evening star,

For men may come and men may go,

Half a league, half a league,

I come from haunts of coot and hern,

But O for the touch of a vanished hand,

Break, break, break,

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark.

I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed 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.