Bill Douglas
The Lake lsle of Innisfree
——William Butler Yeats,1865-1939
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 moming
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 pacemtnts gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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