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 and 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,
And where the midnigth's all a glimmer , and noon a purple glow,
and evenings full of 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 lapping in the deep heart's core

-W.B. Yeats