I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, <br />And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: <br />Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, <br />And live alone in the bee-loud glade. <br />And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, <br />Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; <br />There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, <br />And evening full of the linnet's wings. <br />I will arise and go now, for always night and day <br />I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; <br />While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, <br />I hear it in the deep heart's core.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lake-isle-of-innisfree/
