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
From the vales of the morning to where the cricket sings.
There midnight's all aglimmer 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 head lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore.
While I stand on the roadway or on the pavement grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.