Hearts-wood.

I will arise now and go to Innisfree

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean rows I will have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-.loud glade.

 

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes

dropping slow.

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the

cricket sings;

There midnights all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow.

And evening full of linnets wings.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

Wile I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep hearts core.

 

W. B. Yeats. - The lake island of Innisfree.

 

 

Done