A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth
Laughter
not
time
destroyed
my
voice
And
put
that
crack
in
it,
And
when
the
moon's
pot-bellied
I
get
a
laughing
fit,
For
that
old
Madge
comes
down
the
lane,
A
stone
upon
her
breast,
And
a
cloak
wrapped
about
the
stone,
And
she
can
get
no
rest
With
singing
hush
and
hush-a-bye;
She
that
has
been
wild
And
barren
as
a
breaking
wave
Thinks
that
the
stone's
a
child.
And
Peter
that
had
great
affairs
And
was
a
pushing
man
Shrieks,
'I
am
King
of
the
Peacocks,'
And
perches
on
a
stone;
And
then
I
laugh
till
tears
run
down
And
the
heart
thumps
at
my
side,
Remembering
that
her
shriek
was
love
And
that
he
shrieks
from
pride.