It's fall...

[pat]

Ever since fall hit, the last week or so, I've had a poem running around in my brain, as I usually do this time of year.

"Sea-Fever"

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 sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must 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 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.

By John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)

Comments

[pagawne.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Pat. Lovely way to start the day.

[cyan-blue.livejournal.com]

That's lovely, and reminds me of ri_whittlesey's enthusiasm for sailing on the Narragansett bay...