Upwind

When I left home in my younger days, grandpa always told me, "May you have an upwind journey!" It was only when I grew up did I realise that I was the high-flying kite in his eyes.

The cries of all on board were drowned in wind, And wind in thunder drowned; With useless sails upwound.

Tell me not of a huge machine, / Going like a clock upwound; / All measured out each space between, / Marked out each weary round.