The
Lake Isle of Innisfree
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 gray,
I hear it in the
deep heart's core.
W.B. Yeats (1865 - 1939)
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