<DD><FONT size=5>"Sea-Fever"</FONT><BR><BR>I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,<BR>And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,<BR>And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,<BR>And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.<BR><BR>I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide<BR>Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;<BR>And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,<BR>And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.<BR><BR>I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,<BR>To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;<BR>And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover<BR>And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.<BR><BR>By <FONT size=4>John Masefield</FONT> (1878-1967).<BR>(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.) </DD>