She says so much in so few words...

A Word is dead 
When it is said, 
  Some say. 
I say it just 
        Begins to live          

That day.

                                                       – Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)

Another of my favourite childhood poems, particularly because it mentions the sea. Since I'm going South this week, Sea Fever's currently running through my mind...

Sea Fever

I must go 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.

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.

I must go down to the seas again, to the 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 quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

                                                             - John Masefield (1878-1967)