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.
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.
%5B7%5D.jpg "Bingemma, Gnejna & Dwejra (60)")
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.
%5B7%5D.jpg "Bingemma, Gnejna & Dwejra (62)")
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.
%5B3%5D.jpg "Bingemma, Gnejna & Dwejra (70)")
‘Sea Fever’
by John Masefield
This poem by John Masefield has been one of my favourites since I was a child. The words just speak to that part of my soul that is held forever in thrall by the sea. Because although it is ever-changing, yet it is also always constant – a blue ribbon on all my horizons.
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Is it just my imagination or does the sea look more blue in spring than in summer?
What a beautiful poem and lovely thoughts to go with your pictures Loree. I tend to agree with you about the sea seeming to be more blue in spring than in summer, I think it must be the heat glare that interferes with the reflection of the skies in the sea if you know what I mean : )
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What gorgeous blues your sea has! I like that Masefield poem too. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photography. :)
ReplyDeletei adore this poem. thank you for printing it in its entirety -- i can only recall the first stanza.
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I would like to be right there ! The North sea is always grey even when the sun is shining never really blue. On the other side in England the sea is even more blue than in the South of Europe and turquoise when it's raining.
ReplyDeleteI adore the sea. I was brought up by the North sea, and now live by the Mediterranean-there is a difference in colour!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem, always been my father's favourite. Adore your pictures.
Enjoyed the lovely poem, Loree.
ReplyDeleteAmazing photos, i love the sea!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and photos.
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i love the poem, and i miss the sea.
ReplyDeletei love this poem, too... and i think the sea IS more blue in spring, and more green in summer. we are at the beach now, and the sea is very turquoise-blue...today we were standing in thigh-deep water and a school of rays about 12 feet wide swam right past us. just beautiful...
ReplyDeleteIndeed, the sea is a great minister to souls searching for rest and renewal ~ xox Alexandra
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photos of the sea and the poem is my favorite also. I've not seen the sea for many years now, but whenever I was near it, or think about it, my mind opens wide...
ReplyDeleteHope you have a lovely day, Loree. Must attend graduation tomorrow evening and then off for ten days before teaching summer school. Such a needed break ~ xox Alexandra
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