The lake isle of inisfree

I will raise and go now and go to inisfree and a small cabin built there of clay and wattle made nine bean rows will I have there and a hive for the honey bee and I shall live alone in the bee loud glade

And I shall have some peace there for peace comes dropping slow dropping from the morning to where the crickets sing there midnights all a glimmer and moon a purple glow and evening full of linits wings

I shall a arise and go now for always night and day I hear lake water lapping and low sounds by the shore as I stand on the roadways or on the pavements grey I hear it in the deep hearts core