The Lake Isle of Innisfree

¹I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

²And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

³Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

⁴And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

⁵And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

⁶Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

⁷There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

⁸And evening full of the linnet's wings.

⁹I will arise and go now, for always night and day

¹⁰I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

¹¹While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

¹²I hear it in the deep heart's core.