The Lake Isle of Inishfree - W.B. Yates

The Lake Isle of Inishfree

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.

1888

I have an aunt who will competitively recite this with her brother after a night on the tear. They go faster and faster till one of them makes a mistake!

Ah we're great craic really. 
Honest...


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