I must 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 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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 15 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |