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 gray,
 I hear it in the deep heart's core.