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