The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats

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 honeybee,

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.