Friday, June 3, 2011

Sea Fever

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.

Posted by Unknown at 10:09 PM

5 comments:

  1. CrystalJune 5, 2011 at 2:50 PM

    One of my absolute favourite poems. :)

    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.

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  2. UnknownJune 5, 2011 at 7:58 PM

    Wonderful! I find all three verses very beautiful, and merely chose the middle one as it fit my image best.

    Thanks for sharing!

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  3. AnonymousJune 9, 2011 at 12:14 PM

    I love this and am going to make it my new ipod wallpaper! I have had your wheat one for a while now (I'm not even sure if it's wheat, that's just what it looked like to me), because it was so beautiful, too. Love, Eve

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  4. AnonymousJune 9, 2011 at 12:16 PM

    Not wheat, corn. I just looked at it again. The one that's sort of purple in the sky, then the yellow and green plants, then black at the bottom.

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  5. UnknownJune 12, 2011 at 7:41 PM

    Aw good! Thanks, Aunt Eve :).

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