A Poem for Thursday: The Lake of Innisfree

And now onto Yeats.


The Lake of Innisfree
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 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.

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Where is your Innisfree? I have a few.

W&OD Trail, Virginia

Cathedral Wash, Arizona

Ica, Peru

Kathmandu, Nepal