"Though logic-choppers rule the town,
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.'