O Bid Me Mount And Sail Up There Amid The Cloudy Wrack, For Peg And Meg And Paris' Love That Had So Straight A Back, Are Gone Away, And Some That Stay Have Changed Their Silk For Sack. Were I But There And None To Hear I'd Have A Peacock Cry, For That Is Natural To A Man That Lives In Memory, Being All Alone I'd Nurse A Stone And Sing It Lullaby.