Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | November 28, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Lake Isle of Innisfree

by William Butler Yeats (1865–1939).
The Lake Isle of Innisfree  (1914)
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 gray,  
      I hear it in the deep heart’s core.


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