Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Down to the Sea in Ships....

MUST 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 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         5
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 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;  10
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


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