Love this poem

Sea Fever By John Masefield I must go down to the seas again to the lonely sea and 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 gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray 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.