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.