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.
.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
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-glimmerand 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
