nereas
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I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall DPV and a compass to steer her by,
And the scuba tank's kick and the wind's song and the white waves breaking calmly,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking upon me.
And all I ask is a tall DPV and a compass to steer her by,
And the scuba tank's kick and the wind's song and the white waves breaking calmly,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking upon me.
I must go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may simply not be denied;
And all I ask is a calm day with the white clouds flying high,
And a flat surf by my green tarp, and the sea-gulls crying nearby.
Is a wild call and a clear call that may simply not be denied;
And all I ask is a calm day with the white clouds flying high,
And a flat surf by my green tarp, and the sea-gulls crying nearby.
I must go down to the sea again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the water's like
a cold whetted knife.
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long day trip is over.
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the water's like
a cold whetted knife.
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long day trip is over.
[paraphrased, from John Masefield (1878-1967)]
