Sea-fever

I must go down to the sea's again,to the lonely sea and 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 grey mist on the sea's face,and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the sea's 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 cloud's flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the sea's 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 a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
-By John Masefield(1878-1967)