Sea Fever by John Masefield, one of my favourite poems

Sea Fever

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.

I must go down to the sea again,

for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call

which may not be denied.

And all I ask is a windy day

with white clouds flying,

And flung spray and blown spume,

and the seagulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again,

to a 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.

John Masefield.

I can't get this to publish in it's three correctly divided verses.