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 white sails shaking, and the wheels kick in the Wind song and a gray Mist on the Seas face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the Seas again, 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, amd the flung spray and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the Seas again to the vagrant gypsy life. Tonthe 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 quiet sleep, and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
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