William Butler Yeats, 1892
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 midnight's all a glimmer
and noon a purple glow,
and evening full of the linnet's 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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.