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…

Please listen to it being read by the author below.

 
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Posted on March 27, 2010, in All Posts, Avid Reader, Poetry, W.B. Yates. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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