Sea Fever
By John Masefield (1878-1967)

  • 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 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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