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 dayI 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.
W. B. Yeats · The Lake Isle of Innisfree
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“I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,”
- Author
- W. B. Yeats
- Work
- The Lake Isle of Innisfree
- Found in
- The Oxford Book of English Verse
- Year
- 1890
- Length
- 122 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #66619
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