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The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where’er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
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.
