Sea Fever—by John Masfield
“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 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 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 wale’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 swee dream when the long trick’s over“.
I really love the part where it says “all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by” and also “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”. Those two lines so clearly express the love I feel for the sea. I feel so whole when I am by the ocean. The ocean breathes with God’s rhythm perhaps…. I think I have heard this poem almost my whole life. I really do love the poem.
I began today in a silly goofy mood and had a silly post about the poem Jabberwocky. Maybe you read it. Maybe you liked it, maybe you didn’t. I laughed so hard when I was typing that this morning that I could hardly see my computer screen.. Tonight I would love to walk by the seashore….I long to hear the waves washing on the shore and the jetty….to feel the wet sand and ocean on my feet, and hear the seagulls call, sing, and laugh. Oh the laughter that God surrounds me with truly lifts my Irish/Norwegian/American heart. Blessings to everyone tonight. Laughter and seashores will always call me home…God is my clarion call…and I am a perennial optimist.