Friday 10 March 2017

THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE. By W. B. Yeats.

TI 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 come
  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 lea lake water lopping with low sounds by the shore;
While l stand on the roadway,
Or on the pavements grey,
I head it in the deep heart's core.

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