Sea Fever

I remember studying this poem as a child at school (could be giving my age away here), and I could almost quote it verbatim when I came across it in a magazine recently.  Its by John Masefield:

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 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;
All I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the
flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls 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 trip's over.