I must live next to the sea again, for the movement of the tide
Shows a never-ending living of life, which must not be denied.
And the birds’ cry and the waves’ rumble on the stone filled snare drum
Says more than words as time goes by in celestial, perpetual rhythm.

I must live next to the sea again, and feel the power run through
As splashing or fishing or swimming or sailing each moment, each cupful is new.
And as I stare across the bay, and view each change of season
I know no man can interfere with this God given reason.

I must live next to the sea again, and sail out way from shore
And know that underneath my keel lie many fathoms more
Than all heights I’ve ever climbed, and although I’m stuck to surface
I trust that depth to refresh my soul, my attitudes and purpose.

With apologies to Masefield!