The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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 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.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats

W.B. Yeats is one of the key literary figures of the late 19th-20th century, an Anglo-Irishman who headed the Irish literary revival, served in Ireland's Senate, won the Nobel Prize for Literature (1923), and produced some of the greatest English-language poetry of the period. 

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