Sea Fever

There are some poems that bring to life an imagery that will exist in the minds and imagination of the reader one of which is Sea Fever by John Masefield.

It particularly resonates with those of us who were fortunate enough to have earned a living going to sea and who in reality never fully settle into a life on land.



I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and 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 go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

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 a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over
John Masefield 1878 – 1967