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  The Wind that Shakes the Barley   There’s music in my heart all day, I hear it late and early, It comes from fields are far away, The wind that shakes the barley.   Above the uplands drenched with dew The sky hangs soft and pearly, An emerald world is listening to The wind […]

  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 honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. William Butler Yeats 1865-1939   Cricket has […]