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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 evenings full of the linnet's wings.
- I will arise and go now, for always night and day
- I hear the 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.
(photo courtesy of Ted Kaiser) Share
3 comments:
We are dreamers, every one.
Yes, we are, Veritas. An inescapable Celtic trait, it is indeed.
Such a fitting verse for that scene. Beautiful! Would love to be looking out on that view. I can almost hear the water lapping against the rocks and the call of the Loon.
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