"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 a 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." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND |