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poem by William Butler Yeats.poem by William Butler Yeats
poem by William Butler Yeats.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler 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 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.
I will get up and go now, and go to Innisfree, And build a small cabin there, made of clay and sticks; I will have nine rows of beans there, a hive for bees, And live alone in the noisy glade full of bees.
Falling from the morning mist to where the cricket sings; There midnight is all shimmering, and noon has a purple glow, And evening is filled with the wings of small birds. I hear the lake water gently splashing with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the road, or on the grey sidewalks, I hear it deep in my heart.