The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small 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 peaes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the m to where the cricket sings;
There midnights all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the lis 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 hearts core.