William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) wrote “The Lake Isle of Inisfree” in 1888. Here it is in a choral setting by Ola Gjeilo.
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.
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.
bluebird of bitterness 