I’ll get up and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a little hut made there, of mud and reeds made:

Nine rows of beans I will have there, a hive for the honey bee,

And he lives alone in the clearing noisy with bees.

And I’ll have some peace there, ’cause peace comes slowly falling,

falling from the morning veils to where the cricket sings;

There midnight is all glowing, and noon a purple glow,

And the afternoon full of linnet wings.

I will rise and go now, forever night and day.

I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds on the shore;

While I’m in the driveway, or on the gray sidewalks,

I hear it in the depths of my heart.

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