THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE

I will arise and go now, and go to Inisfree,
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
nine beans-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 the lake water lapping with low sounds by the sore;
while I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement grey,
I hear in the deep heart's core.

W.B. Yeats.

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