Poems

Heading Out At Dawn

Sea Fever

I must go down to the sea 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 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.

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 quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
John Masefield, Poet Laureate of England (1930-67).

Tied Up

This page has the following sub pages.

• Ozymandias
• A child said, What is the Grass?
• I Sit and Think
• Sea Fever
• Counting Crows
• A Dust of Snow
• Last Answers
• 1(a… (a leaf falls on loneliness
• The Tulip
• Rubayee 15
• Fog