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 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.

– Sea Fever by John Masefield

14 Comments on “Sea Fever

  1. I adore that poem! You have the perfect shot to go with it. TY, Hanna!

    • Thank you, Resa!! The sea is never the same and I love to discover the shift in clouds, waves, birds, mussels, pebble and seaweed. xx

      • It sounds wonderful, and it also sounds a lot like the prairies!!! (but with rosehips and bullrushes instead of mussels and seaweed.)xx

      • Prairies sounds like a nice place to visit 🙂 I had to Google it to learn more.
        Did you know that you can eat bulrushes?
        That means the root of it though I never tried!
        PS I always think about meals 🙂 🙂

      • LOL! No, I didn’t know we could eat the roots. Thank you, for that!! xx

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