1I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
2And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
3And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
4And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
5I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
6Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
7And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
8And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
9I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
10To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
11And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
12And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
1I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
2And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
3And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
4And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
5I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
6Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
7And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
8And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
9I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
10To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
11And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
12And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
I must 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 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 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.
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The Poem Set to Music — Listen to a musical arrangement of the poem by John Ireland.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to Masefield himself reading the poem out loud.
More About the Poet — Read a brief biography and more of Masefield's poems at the Poetry Foundation.
The Poem in Print — Explore the first edition of Salt-Water Ballads, in which "Sea Fever" originally appeared.
More about Masefield — Read an in-depth look at Masefield's life and career from the New York Review of Books.