The Lake Isle of Innisfree read by Yeats

The poem 'the Lake Isle of Innisfree' written and read by W.B. Yeats.
Photographs from around Eire (and one of Scotland) by Sean Jeating (tetrapilotomie.blogspot.com).
Chopped together by me using WMM.
Music (credits): Dãn Nar Marbh (Song Of The Dead) by Hector Zazou form the album 'Lights in the Dark'
The poem:

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 honeybee,
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 evenings 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.