The Lake Isle of Innisfree Muriel Herbert

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 hеar lake water lapping with low sounds by the shorе;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey
I hear it in the deep heart’s core