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
Cause 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