In August I will sail again aboard the "Statsraad Lehmkuhl". The Voyage is from Bergen to Reykjavik and back again to Bergen. You will find my report on this page as soon as possible.
| Sea Fever |
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| I must 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 sails shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey down breaking. I must 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. |
| By John Masefield (1878 - 1967) |