It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the west wind, and daffodils.
John Masefield, Salt-Water Ballads, (1902), "The West Wind".
Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road.John Masefield
I must down to the seas 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.John Masefield
From '41 to '51I was my folk's contrary son;I bit my father's hand right throughAnd broke my mother's heart in two.John Masefield
All the great things of life are swiftly done, Creation, death, and love the double gate. However much we dawdle in the sun We have to hurry at the touch of Fate.John Masefield
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.John Masefield
God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.John Masefield
God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It'll spring up and glow, like like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways.John Masefield
Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers Sweet courteous things unsaid. We two have talked our hearts out to the embers, And now go hand in hand down to the dead.John Masefield
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.John Masefield
The social states of human kinds Are made by multitudes of minds, And after multitudes of years A little human growth appears Worth having, even to the soul Who sees most plain it's not the whole.John Masefield
And silence broods like spirit on the brae, A glimmering moon begins, the moonlight runs Over the grasses of the ancient way Rutted this morning by the passing guns.John Masefield
Love is a flame to burn out human wills, Love is a flame to set the will on fire, Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.John Masefield