W. B. Yeats - A Man Young and Old (X)

X. His Wildness

O bid me mount and sail up there

Amid the cloudy wrack,

For Peg and Meg and Paris' love

That had so straight a back,

Are gone away, and some that stay

Have changed their silk for sack.

Were I but there and none to hear

I'd have a peacock cry,

For that is natural to a man

That lives in memory,

Being all alone I'd nurse a stone

And sing it lullaby.