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The Lake Isle of Innisfree

St. Patrick’s Day 2024

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

by William Butler Yeats

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.


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