The text comes from W. B. Yeats: Selected Poetry.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree |
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| I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, | ||
| And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles° made: | woven reeds | |
| Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, | ||
| And live alone in the bee-loud glade.° | open space in the woods | |
| 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. |