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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best read when standing at the harbour looking out to sea...
This poem is so energetic. Gotta do something. Gotta do something.
Blows up my emotional thermometer. I love this poem soooo much.
My all time favorite Nautical. It has the smell and the sound of the Sea. All its attraction and Beauty!
I learned this and other poems whilst at Secondary School (1952-1956). This was one of the poems that our Eng. Lit. Teacher enjoyed reading to us, so we could get the meter of how to read poetry. The audio of this poem is PATHETIC, so just read it how you like it to be read.
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