——— 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.
John Masefield
I tried o break the lines so the post will not go wide on us all. I may have posted this before but I do love it!
