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.

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Poet: William Butler Yeats
Poem: A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness
Volume: The Tower
Year: Published/Written in 1928
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May 24 2003
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