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
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.
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-William Butler Yeats
