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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 a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and 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 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 gypsy
life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s
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
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