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 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 TH MORNING TO WHERE THE CRICKET SINGS;
THERE MIDNIGHT'S ALL A GLIMMER, AND NOON A PURPLE GLOW
AND EVENING FULL OFF 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 GREY,
I HEAR IT IN THE DEEP HEART'S CORE.
