The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now
And go to Enniskeree
And a small cabin build there
Of clay and wattles made
And nineteen 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 lit swing
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 in the roadway
Or on the pavements grey
I hear it in the deep heart's core
Oh, I will arise and go now
And go to Enniskeree
And a small cabin build there
Of clay and wattles made
Oh, and nineteen rows will I have there
A hive for the honey bee
And live alone in the bee-loud glade