And every man and maid and boy
Has marked a distant object down，
An aimless joy is a pure joy，‘
Or so did Tom O‘Roughley say
That saw the surges running by，
‘And wisdom is a butterfly
And not a gloomy bird of prey.
‘If little planned is little sinned
But little need the grave distress.
What‘s dying but a second wind？
How but in zig-zag wantonness
Could trumpeter Michael be so brave？‘
Or something of that sort he said，
‘And if my dearest friend were dead
I‘d dance a measure on his grave.’