O bid me mount and sail up there <br />Amid the cloudy wrack, <br />For peg and Meg and Paris' love <br />That had so straight a back, <br />Are gone away, and some that stay <br />Have changed their silk for sack. <br /> <br />Were I but there and none to hear <br />I'd have a peacock cry, <br />For that is natural to a man <br />That lives in memory, <br />Being all alone I'd nurse a stone <br />And sing it lullaby.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-young-and-old-x-his-wildness/
