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| + | ===== Sea-Fever ===== | ||
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| + | By [[https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/john-masefield|John Masefield]] | ||
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| + | I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, | ||
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| + | And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; | ||
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| + | And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, | ||
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| + | And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. | ||
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| + | I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide | ||
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| + | Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; | ||
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| + | And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, | ||
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| + | And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. | ||
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| + | I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, | ||
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| + | To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; | ||
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| + | And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, | ||
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| + | And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over. | ||
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