"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,



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.

                                    ---from Sea-Fever by John Masefield



                                                                  (Lobster Cove, July'07)