Lake isle of innisfree

I  will arise and go now, and go to innisfree

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattle made .

Nine bean-row will I have there, a hive for the honey bee;

And live alone in 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 dry

I hear lake water lapping with low sound by the shore

While I stand on the roadway,or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.