The Lake Isle of Innisfree
W. B. Yeats
|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, 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,
I will arise and go now, for always night and day