The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.
Now we lament one Who danced on a plume of words, Sang with a fountain's panache, Dazzled like slate roofs in sun After rain, was flighty as birds And alone as a mountain ash. The ribald, inspired urchin Leaning over the lip Of his world, as over a rock pool Or a lucky dip, Found everything brilliant and virgin.cecil day lewis
Man is a ribald, Man’s a rake. Man is Nature’s sole mistake!