Living

Tom O'Roughley

by W. B. Yeats 1865–1939

From The Wild Swans at Coole (1919)

Living

'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 zigzag 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.'

MLA

Yeats, W. B. “Tom O'Roughley.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/yeats/154/.

Chicago

Yeats, W. B. “Tom O'Roughley.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/yeats/154/.

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