Better to see your cheek grown hollow, <br />Better to see your temple worn, <br />Than to forget to follow, follow, <br />After the sound of a silver horn. <br /> <br />Better to bind your brow with willow <br />And follow, follow until you die, <br />Than to sleep with your head on a golden pillow, <br />Nor lift it up when the hunt goes by. <br /> <br />Better to see your cheek grow sallow <br />And your hair grown gray, so soon, so soon, <br />Than to forget to hallo, hallo, <br />After the milk-white hounds of the moon.<br /><br />Elinor Morton Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madman-s-song/
