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 gray,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.