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 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 vales 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.

The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats. London: Macmillan & Co Ltd, l955, p.44.