O bid me mount and sail up there br Amid the cloudy wrack, br For peg and Meg and Paris' love br That had so straight a back, br Are gone away, and some that stay br Have changed their silk for sack. br br Were I but there and none to hear br I'd have a peacock cry, br For that is natural to a man br That lives in memory, br Being all alone I'd nurse a stone br And sing it lullaby.