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. – W.B. Yeats
我这就起身，到莱茵诗芙蕊岛上， 搭一个小屋，泥巴和枝条为墙； 再种上九垄豆，养上蜂一箱， 独自生活在林间的空地，听蜜蜂嗡嗡响。
那里我将会得到些许安详，缓缓降临的安详， 弥散在薄薄的晨霭里，又漫到蟋蟀唱歌的地方； 那里，深夜暗光闪烁，正午紫气辉煌， 而傍晚的天空，则飘满了红雀的翅膀。
我，这就起身，因为无论白天黑夜 那湖水拍岸的轰响就在耳边回荡； 当我站在青灰的石板上，或走在马路旁， 那声音总是在撞击我的心房。