Dance there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
for wind or water’s roar?
and tumble out your air
that the salt drops have wet;
being young you have not known
the fool’s triumph, not yet
love lost has 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?
William Butler Yeats. (England 1865-1939)
