And a star to steer her by…

I must go 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 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.

(Sea Fever, John Masefield)

Dieses Gedicht geht mir schon den ganzen Tag durch den Kopf, zumindest einige Zeilen, darum mußte ich es jetzt gerade einfach mal komplett wieder lesen.  Ich habe es vor15 Jahren das erste Mal gelesen und aus irgendeinem Grund habe ich es nie vergessen.