text: 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,
  Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
  There midnights all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
  And evening full of the linnets 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.