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August Interlude

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 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.

Sea Fever
John Masefield
Written in 1900
August 2009
Kittery, Maine


Celeste Maia said...

Oh Pat, I wanted to sing along the poem, be a sailor, be carried away to foreign lands, to the ocean. And there you were in that peaceful spot, reading and enjoying the moment. What could be better?

Pat said...

.... not much could be better than a new england day in late summer. this one was fabulous . . .

Kayla coo said...

Hello,your pictures are beautiful.x

Pat said...

thanks so much Kayla.....

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