GOING HOME TO KNOCKNAMON
- 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 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 Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats - Godspeed Donal Sheehan.