I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
The Lake Isle of Innisfree - William Butler Yeats
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.
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 hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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