WOULD I could cast a sad on the water <br />Where many a king has gone <br />And many a king's daughter, <br />And alight at the comely trees and the lawn, <br />The playing upon pipes and the dancing, <br />And learn that the best thing is <br />To change my loves while dancing <br />And pay but a kiss for a kiss. <br />I would find by the edge of that water <br />The collar-bone of a hare <br />Worn thin by the lapping of water, <br />And pierce it through with a gimlet, and stare <br />At the old bitter world where they marry in churches, <br />And laugh over the untroubled water <br />At all who marry in churches, <br />Through the white thin bone of a hare.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-collar-bone-of-a-hare/
