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　To a Child dancing in the Wind
　W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

　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?　

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