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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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking And a gray mist on the seas face and a gray dawn breaking. I must down go 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 gulls way and the whales way where the winds 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 tricks over. JOHN MASEFIELD 1902