A Night of Romantic Russia

Peace at Hearts Core
We are "Das Volk der Dichter und Denker."


I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wottles 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 comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of he 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 grey,
I hear in the deep hearts core.