I must down to the sea again
To the Rolling 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 down to the sea 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 white clouds flying
And flung spray
And blown spume
And seagulls crying.

I must down to the sea again
To the vagrant gypsey life
It's the whale's way
And the gull'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 is over.

-John Masefield, Sea Fever