SEA FEVER - Thomas Weelkes Poems

 
 

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SEA FEVER
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'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 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.

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