The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
And a small cabin built there, of clay and wattles made
Nine bean rows will I have there, and a hive for the honey bee
And live alone in the bee-loud glade

I shall have some peace there, peace comes dropping slow
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the crickets sing
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow
And evening is full of the linnet's wing

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 pavement gray
I hear it in the deep heart's core

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
And a small cabin built there, of clay and wattles made
Nine bean rows will I have there, and a hive for the honey bee
And live alone in the bee-loud glade
And live alone in the bee-loud glade
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