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Sea-Fever
by John Masefield
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 sail's shaking,
And
a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must 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 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.
Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I
was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I
and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason
that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So
that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the
sea.
Silver
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Slowly,
Silently now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver
fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Crouched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their
shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by;
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
--Walter de la Mare
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