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 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.
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