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 forthe 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 pave-ments gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
W, B. Yeats.
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