Lake
Innisfree, Sligo, Ireland
I
WILL ARISE AND GO NOW, AND GO TO 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 honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
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;
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.
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will
arise and go no, 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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
I hear 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.
Wlliam
Butler Yeats
1865-1939
1865-1939
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