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 come
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the
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 lea lake water lopping with low sounds by the shore;
While l stand on the roadway,
Or on the pavements grey,
I head it in the deep heart's core.