Sea Fever

With our recent posts about life on or near the sea I was reminded of one of my favourite poems - Sea Fever by the English poet John Edward Masefield (1878-1967).

Snippet from Dockland Developments by Anne Newman ©

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.

And for a special treat here is John Masefield reciting Sea-Fever.

I dedicate this post to all those who have worked and continue to work on the sea in ships and other vessels and to those who just love to be by the sea.

For other poems you might like to check out the Poetry Foundation.