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The Lake Isle of Innisfree February 10, 2007

Posted by Rambling Man in Poetry & Humor.
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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.

For my uncle and godfather, who’s quite poorly at the moment.  Our thoughts are with you.

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1. laurie - February 10, 2007

i love that poem.
my best to your uncle.

2. (un)relaxeddad - February 11, 2007

My favourite poet since I was 17. Which is now quite a long time!
Hope your relatives pull through ok.

3. Rambling Man - February 12, 2007

thanks for the good wishes folks.


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