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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 the
stars to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the
wind's song and the white sail's skaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's
face and the 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 gipsy 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.
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