ext_2658 ([identity profile] bibliofilen.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] pameladean 2009-03-19 07:02 pm (UTC)

All that comes to mind are the classics

William Butler Yeats.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I 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 midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.


And then this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_ptqXqjsZw

Good luck!

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