John Masefield



              Sea Fever


                   I must go down to the sea again, 
                                  to the lonely sea and the sky 
                   And all I ask is a tall ship 
                                  and a star to steer her by; 
                   And the wheel's kick and the wind's song 
                                  and the white sail's shaking, 
                   And a grey mist on the sea's face, 
                                  and a grey dawn breaking, 
                   I must go down to the seas again, 
                                  for the call of the running tide 
                   Is a wild call and a clear call 
                                  that may not be denied; 
                   And all I ask is a windy day 
                                  with the white clouds flying, 
                   And the flung spray and the blown spume, 
                                  and the sea-gulls crying 
                   I must go down to the seas again, 
                                  to the vagrant gypsy life, 
                   To the gull's way and the whale's way 
                                  where the wind's like a whetted knife; 
                   And all I ask is a merry yarn 
                                  from a laughing fellow-rover, 
                   And quiet sleep and a sweet dream 
                                  when the long trick's over. 

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