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 in the beeloud 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 aglimmer, 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 shore；

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray，

I hear it in the deep heart’s core．

W．B．YEATS．