Friday, March 27, 2015

The Lake Isle of Innisfree 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 honeybee,
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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.