A Man Young And Old: 10. 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.
-William Butler Yeats
How to catch a Leprechaun? Offer him a Guinness Stout or bate him with gold.
CPW
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