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THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats (Ireland)
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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 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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

1892
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This is my Mom’s favorite poem. When we three sons were young, Mom used to tell us she was going to Innisfree, when she needed a break. I believe that is where she rests when she is not watching her sons and grand childern. My mom Cyrilla Vessey died 4/3/10, 75 years after she was born.

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