Sea Fever
At Maggie's Farm, Bird Dog published John Masefield's Sea Fever, and observed that Masefield had an interesting life. He did. An orphan, a sailor, a factory worker, always reading, always writing, Poet Laureate of
Sea FeverI 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 gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs 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.
The story of the British people's encounters with the sea. That would fill a few volumes.
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