The Lake Isle of Innisfree

by William Butler Yeats

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 the 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.