I must go down to the seas again, to lonely the sea and the sky..
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel's kick an the wind's song and the white sails shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
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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 flyng,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
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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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Sea Fever
John masefield