The poet, William Butler Yeats , 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree'.
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 there in the bee-loud glade.
from W.B. Yeats: The Lake Isle of Innisfree