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 midnights 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 grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.