The Lake Isle of Innisfree
The Lake Isle of Innisfree


I will arise and go now, and go to Innis free,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean - rows will I have there, a give for the honeybee,
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 all in a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And the evenings full of the linnets wings
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the 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.