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 honeybee,
and live alone in the bee-loud glade.

and i shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow…”

-- the rose (1893), william butler yeats (1865-1939)