Foggydew's Fotothing

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 it in the deep heart's core

W B Yeats - The Lake Isle of Innisfree

http://www.eecs.harvard.edu/~keith/poems/Innisfree.html