by William Butler Yeats

　　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 the 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.