John Masefield - Sea
Fever
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,
Welcome home!
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