"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 honeybee,

 And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

 And I shall have some peace there, for peace of comes dropping slow 

 Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight's are a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

 And evening full of the linnest's wings. 

 I will arise and go now, for always night and day 

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

 While I stand on the roadway, or the pavements grey, 

 I hear it in the deep heart's core.