Reprieve

I will ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ go ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ go to ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ a small cabin ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ of clay ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ glade.

¦¦¦ I shall have some peace ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ dropping slow,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ from the veils of ¦¦¦ morning ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the cricket sings;
¦¦¦¦¦ midnight's all a glimmer, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a purple glow,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦

I will arise and go ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
I hear lake ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ with low sounds by the shore;
¦¦¦¦¦ I stand on the roadway, or on ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ gray,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the deep heart's core.


(Blackout of The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats)