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The Lake Isle of Innisfree
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By William Butler Yeats
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
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And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
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Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
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And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
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Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
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And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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I will arise and go now, for always night and day
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I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
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While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
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I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
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