Question

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.
– W. B. Yeats


pls say summary of all d stanzas..

Answer 1

In these lines the poet expresses his wish for solitude. He declares that he will go to Innisfree. He will build a small cabin of clay and wattles; he will grow beans there; bees will make their hive in the trees around his cabin; he will live all by himself, away from the cares of the world.

He feels living there he will have total peace. Peace is abundant where is pure nature. The mornings, afternoons, evenings and nights will be exquisitely beautiful and colorful.  He will live among the melodious and serene company of crickets, flowers, stars, and linnets.

The last stanza appears to be figurative and symbolic expression of his wish for the after life peace. He says he constantly hears the soft lapping of the lake water inviting him. He hears the call of peace in the core of hos heart even while standing on the road and the pavements. 

Answer 2

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.

– W. B. Yeats