莊坤良筆記

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 gray,

      I   hear it in the deep heart's core.