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 Honeybee, 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 Grey, I Hear It In The Deep Heart'S Core.