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? 

 Энэ шүлгийн сүүлийн мөр нэг л аймаар...

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