Thoughts on a clear mid winter morning

I must go down to the sea 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.

Sea Fever by John Masefield (1878 - 1967)