[Commonplace books: Thomas Farnaby, 17th-century]
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 gray 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 which may not be denied. And all I ask is a windy day with white clouds flying, And flung spray and blown spume, and the seagulls 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 a quite sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Posted by rebeccap on 08.17.2009
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