THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
 
 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 mourning 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 lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
 While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements
 grey,
 I hear it in the deep heart's core.