The Sea(poem)

The sea

 

I must go down to sea's again to the lonely sea,

And all I ask a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheels kick and the winds song and white sails....

And a grey on the sea's face, and a grey down breaking.

I must go down to sea's again, for the call of running tide.

Is wild call that may not be ...

And I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying.

 

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