(W.B. YeatsJ. Hamel)

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 morning,

To where the cricket sings.

And midnight's all a-glimmer

And noon a purple glow

And evening's 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 standing on the roadway,

Or on the pavements gray,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.