Innisfree

(альбом: Living - 1971)

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 will have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping on the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon's a purple glow,
And evening's 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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.