But I can see where the wind goes
And follow the way of the wind;
‘And blessedness goes where the wind goes,
And when it is gone we are dead;
I see the blessedest soul in the world
And he nods a drunken head.’
— W. B. Yeats, from “The Blessed,” The Wind Among the Reeds (Woodstock Books, 1993) Originally published: 1899.