Sea Fever by John Masefield 1878–1967
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 grey 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.
Take care and keep laughing!
Will I be embarrassing myself if I say I do so like the “crackled” affect?!
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Not in the slightest. I love that too!
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I feared the “wording” may have changed since “back in my day”, lol! 🙂
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Words and image work so well together….I love the mysterious quality of the image….wonderful:)
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