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 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. tKPs4A9OscrwZ/e77N5GvPONPMBq71jQHoQtcd4kPFos73uAhYAyjO89LJccjJyP