"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

30 July 2019

Dance.


TO a CHILD DANCING in the WIND

Dance there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water’s roar?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;
Being young you have not known
The fool’s triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best labourer dead
And all the sheaves to bind.
What need have you to dread
The monstrous crying of wind?


W.B.Yeats

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