Sea-Fever

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 gray mist on the sea\'s face, and a gray 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.

                                  ——John Masefield  

不错的一首诗，意境很好，就像已经看见了船启航时飞溅的浪花还有远处翱翔的海鸥

好几个单词不认识，我开了lingoes(*^__^*) 嘻嘻……，很认真的看完的