The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

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