Showing posts from December, 2008

I Must Go Down to the Sea

Imustgodowntothe seas again, tothe 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.

Imustgodowntothe 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.

Imustgodowntothe seas again, tothe vagrant gypsy life,
Tothe 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 quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

This is a work of John Masefield and I am not totally sure if I can use it on a blog. If I can't then please do let me know. I just wanted to share it since I liked it.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

The Star of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
by Jane Taylor, 1806

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder ? what you are.
Up  above the world  so high,
Like a diamond  in the sky.

When the blazing sun  is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the trav'ller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue  sky you keep,
And often thro' my curtains  peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun  is in the sky.

'Tis your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the trav'ller in the dark:
Tho' I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.