I must go down to the seas again...

 

...to the lonely sea and sky

 

 

 

...and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by...

 

 

 

....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.

 

taken from Sea Fever by John Masefield