The Rose — 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |