- Sea Fever
- by John Masefield
- 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 down go 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.
