我们每个人心中都有那么一种隐世情怀。在一个小岛，建屋舍，种芸豆，静心倾听树林间的嗡鸣声，看斜阳下红雀的翎羽，置身在如诗如画的室外佳境，日夜与烟水相伴，让身心融入进自然之中。自由自在，无拘无束。这一切美景和生灵都显得那么的随意自然、宁静致远。将精神寄托在这阔别尘嚣、烟水飘渺的茵尼斯弗利岛，收获真正的宁静和安详。
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
我要起身走了，去茵尼斯弗利岛，
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
用泥土和枝条，建造起一座小屋；
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
我要有九排云豆架，一个蜜蜂巢，
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
在林间听群蜂高唱，独居于幽处。
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
于是我会有安宁，安宁慢慢来到。
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
从晨曦的面纱到蟋蟀歌唱的地方；
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
午夜一片闪光，中午有紫霞燃烧，
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
暮色里，到处飞舞着红雀的翅膀。
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
我要起身走了，因为我总是听到，
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
听到湖水日夜轻轻拍打着湖滨；
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
我站在公路，或在灰色的人行道，
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
我心灵深处总听见那波涛声声。
