The Lake Isle of Innisfree

June 12, 2009

It’s William Butler Yeats’ birthday tomorrow which led me to The Lake Isle of Innisfree  for Friday’s poem.

I found it in Palgrave’s Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics.

                 The 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 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 mourning 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.

          – William Butler Yeats –


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