The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a smaill 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 pavement grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

William Butler Yeats
(1865-1939)

From the Appletree Press title: A Little Book of Irish Verse .

Also from Appletree:
Appletree Book of Celtic Verse
A Little Book of Scottish Verse
A Little Book of English Verse .