"Sea Fever" by John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask for is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sails’ 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 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















The photo is taken from the top of Tantallon Castle in East Lothian.