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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 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, 1902

right now i really want an iceberg wedge salad with balsamic vinaigrette and feta cheese and a well-cooked steak with a-1.