The Lake Isle of Innisfree

William Butler 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 mourning 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.

The magical Isle of Innisfree is a real island lying in Lough Gill in Sligo.

Yeats thought of it when one day, walking along the Strand in London, he heard "a small tinkle of water". Innisfree means 'Heather Island'. The "purple glow' in the poem refers to the reflection of the heather in the water.