The Lake Isle of Innisfree - W.B.예이츠  
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  
I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds  
  by the shore!  
While I stand on the roadway, or on the  
  pavement grey,  
I hear it in the deep heart's core.  

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)