The Lake Isle of Innisfree | W.B. Yeats

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree - by W.B. Yeats

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.