There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain't drunk, they're sober.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.