Fedje

    Fedje 8 September 2012

The wild sea

I must 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 sails shaking,

And the grey mist in the sea’s face,

and a grey 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 seagulls crying.