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, or noon a purple glow
And evening full of the linnet's wings