The Lake Isle at Innisfree

Once again, I feel this was written for me! Solitude and listening...where you find peace...oh the quiet life we all hope to lead...

The Lake Isle at Innisfree

W.B. Yeats

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 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.