I'm going to get up and go to Innisfree,
Build a hut out of mud and sticks;
I want nine rows of cloud beans, a bee hive,
Listen to the singing of bees in the forest and live alone in a quiet place.
Then I will have peace, and peace will come slowly.
From the veil of morning light to where the crickets sing;
There is a flash of light at midnight, and purple clouds burn at noon,
In the dusk, cardinal wings were flying everywhere.
I'm going to get up and go because I keep hearing,
Hear the water lapping gently on the shore day and night;
I stand on the highway, or on the gray sidewalk,
I always hear the sound of waves deep in my soul.
——Yeats' "Innisfree"
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