Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house!
Let me have all the freedom I have lost;
Work when I will and idle when I will!
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run-on the top of the disheveled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire