Were it not for the beautiful poem by WB Yeats, the lake isle of Inishfree would not get quite as much attention as it does today. So if "you rise" and "go to Inishfree" don’t forget the poem.
"I will rise 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 rise 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."