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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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