I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, <br />And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, <br />And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, <br />And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. <br /> <br />I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide <br />Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; <br />And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, <br />And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. <br /> <br />I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, <br />To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; <br />And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, <br />And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.<br /><br />John Masefield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-fever/
