The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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 I will have there, a hive for the honey bee

And live alone in the bee; loud 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 a glimmer, and noon a purple glow

And evening full of the linnet’s wings

I will arise and go mow 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 grey

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

W.B Yeats