The poet declares that he will arise and go to Innisfree, where he will build a small cabin of clay and wattles made. There, he will have nine bean-rows and a beehive, and live alone in the glade loud with the sound of bees (the bee-loud glade). He says that he will have peace there, for peace drops from the veils of morning to where the cricket sings. Midnight there is a glimmer, and noon is a purple glow, and evening is full of linnets wings. He declares again that he will arise and go, for always, night and day, he hears the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore. While he stands in the city, on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, he hears the sound within himself, in the deep hearts core.
