第156章 远离城市的喧嚣

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

By William Butrler 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 es dropping slow，

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnights all a glimmer， and noon a purple glow，

And evening full of the linnets 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 hearts core.