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 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 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.