What's riches to him <br />That has made a great peacock <br />With the pride of his eye? <br />The wind-beaten, stone-grey, <br />And desolate Three Rock <br />Would nourish his whim. <br />Live he or die <br />Amid wet rocks and heather, <br />His ghost will be gay <br />Adding feather to feather <br />For the pride of his eye.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-peacock-2/
