I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

I hear lake water lap九*九*藏*書ping with low sounds by the shore;

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

And I shall h九_九_藏_書ave some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

There midnights all a glimmer, and noon a purple glorｅad•9９ｃsｗ.ｃｏmw,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

I hear it in the deep hearts core.

And evening fulread.99csw.coml of the linnets wings.

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hiv九-九-藏-書e for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;