Innisfree Island I'll get up and go, to Innisfree, Build a small hut there, plaster the walls with mud; I'll raise a hive of bees and plant nine rows of beans, Alone in the woods and meadows where the bees are buzzing. There peace will come to me, peace trickles down, From the veil of morning dripping to the place where the cricket sings; There shimmers in the middle of the night, tinged with purple at noon, And evening is woven with the wings of linnets. I'm going to get up and go, because from morning to night and night to morning I hear the water lapping gently on the shore;

Whether I stand on the road or on the gray pavement, I always hear it calling deep in my heart. (Translated by Fei Bai)