poem - form 3: the lake isle of innisfree

poem: the lake isle of innisfree - by 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 honeybee
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's 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 pavement grey,
i hear it in the deep heart's core.