I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
John MasefieldI hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
John MasefieldPoetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.
John Masefield