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 laborers dead

And all the sheaves to bind.

What need have you to dread

The monstrous crying of wind?

W.B.Yeats