The Lake Isle of Innisfree ——— by William Butler 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 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 the 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. 我就要起身走了，到茵尼斯弗利島， 造座小茅屋在那兒，枝條編墻糊上泥； 我要養(yǎng)上一箱蜜蜂，種上九行豆角， 獨住在蜂聲嗡嗡的林間草地。 那兒安寧會降臨我，安寧慢慢兒滴下來， 從晨的面紗滴落到蛐蛐歌唱的地方。 那兒半夜閃著微光，中午染著紫紅光彩， 而黃昏織滿了紅雀的翅膀。 我就要起身走了，因為從早到晚從夜到朝， 我聽得湖水在不斷輕輕拍岸。 不論我站在馬路上還是在灰色人行道， 總聽得它在我心靈深處呼喚。