I must go down to the seas 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 gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

 

I must down go 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.

 

By John Masefield

SEA FEVER

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