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.
Ending brings me to tears.
My favourite of Yeats' poems is definitely In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markiewicz.
One thing that always puzzled me was how non-Irish people might react to Yeats' poems at first glance. Some of his greatest work pre-supposes a knowledge of Irish history and politics.