A Man Young And Old: 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.