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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