Down to the Sea Again

Sea Fever

By John Masefield

I must go down to the sea 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 wheels 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 go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

All I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying.

 

I must go down to the sea 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 a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trips over.

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2 thoughts on “Down to the Sea Again

  1. TOM SANBORN says:

    MAY GOD HOLD THE PRECIOUS FEW SURVIVORS OF THE PEARL HARBOR ATTACK IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND TO JOIN THOSE THOUSANDS WHO GAVE THE LAST MEASURE OF DEVOTION TO THEIR COUNTRY.

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