| The Lake Isle of Inisfree
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, |
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| 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, | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, | |
| I hear it in the deep heart’s core. |
a poem by W.B. Yeats
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