Sunday, April 19, 2009

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

By W.B. 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.

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2 Comments:

At 19 April 2009 at 08:35, Blogger Macrae said...

beautifull

 
At 19 April 2009 at 21:16, Blogger wakeupandsmellthecoffee said...

I love Yeats. And Rosetti always reminds me of my grandmother. Don't know why.

 

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