champagne1982
Dangerous Liaison
- Joined
- Aug 31, 2002
- Posts
- 7,671
I'm gonna get me an Irish poet some day.Angeline said:I do understand, yknow.
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats
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,
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 the 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.
1892
... or a Scottish one, but sometimes Scots sound a little harsh --
"Ach, wee lassie! Tha's nae bein' cheap, I'm jus' frrrugal."