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.
William Butler Yeats