'THOUGH logic-choppers rule the town, <br />And every man and maid and boy <br />Has marked a distant object down, <br />An aimless joy is a pure joy,' <br />Or so did Tom O'Roughley say <br />That saw the surges running by. <br />'And wisdom is a butterfly <br />And not a gloomy bird of prey. <br />'If little planned is little sinned <br />But little need the grave distress. <br />What's dying but a second wind? <br />How but in zig-zag wantonness <br />Could trumpeter Michael be so brave?' <br />Or something of that sort he said, <br />'And if my dearest friend were dead <br />I'd dance a measure on his grave.'<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tom-o-roughley/
