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 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.