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 MasefieldSo death obscures your gentle form, So memory strives to make the darkness bright; And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies, Part of the island till the planet ends, My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise, Part of this crag this bitter surge offends, While I, who pass, a little obscure thing, War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.
John MasefieldI must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.
John Masefield