February 13th, 2005
The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
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 honeybee,
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 mourning 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.
-William Butler Yeats
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cry-stal says:
thats a wonderful poem
February 15th, 2005 at 01:52 am
Sarika says:
I liked the poem!
February 24th, 2005 at 01:10 pm
Neha says:
yes. I have got goosebumps on my skin…
March 17th, 2006 at 11:55 am