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SEA FEVER
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 grey mist on sea's face and a gray dawn
Breaking
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of
the running tide
Is the 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 blown spume, and the
sea-gulls crying.
I must go down the seas again, to the vagrant
gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whales 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
trick's over.
Masefield captures the lure of the sea to a sailor in this poem.
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