I must go down to the seas again,
To the lonely sea and the sky.
And all I ask is a fair 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 the grey dawn breaking.
From memory, I couldn't quite get it right. I looked it up. This is how it stands now. John Masefield. Something that would be good to do today, good to do on many days.
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