THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

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.

W.B. Yeats, “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” (1-4) in Yeats/Collected