The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now,and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin built 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 or 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 deap hearts core.
by W.B Yeats
I will arise and go now,and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin built 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 or 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 deap hearts core.
by W.B Yeats