The Lake 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 cricktes sing;

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 in the roadway,

or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's care.

I hope u understand what I write.. huhuhu..