I will arise and go now, for always night andday
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
There midnights all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnets wings.
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin buildthere, of clay and wattles made:
I hear it in the deep hearts core.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
