The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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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 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 andday

´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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