Lake Isle of Innisfree

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.

~ William Butler Yeats

3 thoughts on “Lake Isle of Innisfree

  1. Margaret L. Been says:

    One of my favorites, also!

    The Celtic poetic voice is so musical and poignant! Lines like that make me want to cry over what “poetry” has become in so many circles today! Just prose strung out to look like a poem, but no music.

    Without the inherent music, there is no sustaining power to make us remember the poem!

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