The Lake Isle of Innisfree / W. B. Yeats

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

W. B. Yeats

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.

אקום לי ואלך, אלך לאינאיזפרי / ויליאם בטלר ייטס

אָקוּם לִי וְאֵלֵךְ, אֵלֵךְ לְאִינְאִיזְפְרִי,

בֵּית חֹמֶר קָט אָקִים, מִגֹּפֶר וּמִקַּשׁ;

וְגַם מִכְוֶרֶת דְּבַשׁ, טוּרֵי אָפוּן כַּפְרִי,

וְאֶל אָזְנִי לְבַדָהּ נְחִיל דְּבוֹרִים יִרְחַשׁ.