The Lake Isle of Innisfree 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 mid the water-lilies, I will tread a soft path, and be alone with nature, And peace will come to me,

I shall rise and go now, for I can feel the sea, Derivatively calling out to me, And I see the clear morning; So I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.

• William Butler Yeats