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?


Has no one said those daring

kind eyes should be more learned?

I have found out how despairing

the moths are when they are burned,

but I am old and you are young,

so we speak a different tongue.

Oh, you will take whatever’s offered

and dream that all the world’s a friend,

suffer as your mother suffered,

be as broken in the end.

I could have warned you – but you are young,

and I speak a barbarous tongue. 

William Butler Yeats

Picture: Fuji X-PRO3 – 35mm – ISO 800 – f/5.0 – 1/100sec

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