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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.