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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\u2019s kick and the wind\u2019s song and the white sail\u2019s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea\u2019s face, and a grey dawn breaking.<\/p>\n
I must 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.<\/p>\n
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull\u2019s way and the whale\u2019s way where the wind\u2019s 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\u2019s over.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
By John Masefield. 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\u2019s kick and the wind\u2019s … Continue reading