Sea-Fever
John Masefield
1878 to 1967
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And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying.
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 down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;