I will arise and go now, and go to Innisiree.
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive lor 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 midnighis all a glimmer: and noon a purple glow.
And evening full of the linneis 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 hearts core.
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE