The Lake Isle of Innisfree

1I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

2And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

3Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

4And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

5And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

6Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

7There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

8And evening full of the linnet's wings.

9I will arise and go now, for always night and day

10I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

11While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

12I hear it in the deep heart's core.