Saturday, 9 April 2016

By the sea 2

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.

from Sea Fever (v.2)
by John Masefield















No comments:

Post a Comment