The Lake Isle of 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.

I arise today
Through a mighty strength,
          the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the oneness,
Of the Creator of the Creation.”

                                       From “St. Patrick’s Breastplate”