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
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