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
Of course Algy is still much too young to think about crossing the bar or putting out to sea in Tennyson’s sense, but he appreciates the poem, and he loves to sit at the top of his tree as the sun sets, and gaze at the evening star.
[From Crossing the Bar by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]