The lsle  lake of lnnisfree 

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, of hive for the honeybee,

And live alone in the bee- loud glade

And I shall have some peace there, for the 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 evenings full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, always night and day 

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

While I started on the roadways, or on the pavement grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.