The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise, 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.
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 lake water lapping with low sounds by the shores;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
I cannot believe it myself...but in a mere 10 minutes, before the game fades, I must leave, and not return...
A last farewell...
Goodbye to all my fellow Glitchen. I didn't know many of you, but I will miss every one of you dearly.
Hoping to see you all again someday. Goodnight Ur.
Good morning, Giants.