William Butler Yeats

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.

- William Butler Yeats, 1888.

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