Sea fever

The Borneo Post - Good English - - Short Story Section - John Mase­field

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and There never was a the sky, cloud that And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

The sun didn't shine And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white through! sail’s shak­ing, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn

The more you love, break­ing. the more you'll find I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the That life is good and run­ning tide friends are kind ... Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be de­nied;

For only What We Give And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds Away fly­ing, And the flung spray En­riches and the blown Us from spume, Day and the seag­ulls cry­ing. to Day I must go down to He­len the seas Steiner 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 fel­lowrover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

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