Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,For I would ride with you upon the wind,Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.

when we have blamed the wind we can blame love....