Na jaren alleen nog de eerste twee regels te weten, heb ik nu mijn "zee"gedicht
terug, mee genomen door iemand aan boord, vanuit Bermuda!
En op deze winderige, natte en grijze zondag willen we allen graag dat
dit het "log" is van vandaag, Jannette

After many years I found my sea poem again.
And all Tecla crew want this to be our log for this grey,
wet and windy Sunday, Jannette

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-gulfs 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 a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick 's over.

BY JOHN MASEFIELD