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