William Butler Yeats - 10. His Wildness lyrics

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 peaco*k cry, For that is natural to a man That lives in memory, Being all alone I'd nurse a stone And sing it lullaby.