The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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

And a small cabin build there, of clay and waddles made;

Nine been 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 from where the crickets sing.

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 pavement’s gray,

          I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

~W. B. Yeats