The Lake Isle of Innisfree-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 I will 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 song;

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` core. 

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