Innisfree Island, the island in the middle of the lake
I am going to get up and go to Innisfree Island,
build a small hut there. Weave the branches into the wall and paste it with mud;
I want to raise a box of bees, plant nine rows of beans, and live alone in the forest meadow where the bees buzz.
There peace will come to me, and peace will drip down slowly,
From the morning veil to the place where the crickets rest;
There will be a flash of light in the middle of the night. There is a glimmer of light, and at noon it is dyed with purple light,
And at dusk it is woven with the wings of the cardinal.
I am about to get up and leave, because from morning to night and from night to morning
I can hear the lake water gently lapping the shore;
No matter Whether I stand on the road or on the gray sidewalk, I always hear it calling deep in my heart.