Havet

I must 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 sails shaking, And the grey mist in 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 seagulls 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 ere the long trip's over. John Masefield