Sea Fever

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 the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey 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 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.

by John Masefield

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Comments (6)

Thank you seema chowdary ji !
A nice and creative write, good work!
Thought provoking write, when we look in the mirror we can't hide as the truth looks us straight in the eye on our good and bad days. I really enjoyed reading this beautiful write!
thanks gaurangi vyas for such lovely comments......! ! ! ! :)
great thoughts and lines..! !
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