I
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; | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| What need have you to dread | |
| The monstrous crying of wind? | |
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II
Has no one said those daring | |
| Kind eyes should be more learn’d? | |
| Or warned you how despairing | 15 |
| The moths are when they are burned, | |
| I could have warned you, but you are young, | |
| So we speak a different tongue. | |
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| O you will take whatever’s offered | |
| And dream that all the world’s a friend, | 20 |
| Suffer as your mother suffered, | |
| Be as broken in the end. | |
| But I am old and you are young, | |
| And I speak a barbarous tongue. | |
