'Ships that pass by ...' photo (c) 2009, Gopal Vijayaraghavan - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/Summer is for the ocean, high adventure, and feeling a little nerdy excited reading about it.

This was in my inbox today, courtesy of Poets.org. I remember reading it years ago in some class somewhere, but I’d forgotten about it until now.


Sea Fever
by John Masefield

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 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.