Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Lake of Innisfree

This is a lovely poem by W.B Yeats that I like to sing to myself when Winter just
seems to linger in my head and won't leave. Cherish the Ladies did a really wonderful
rendition of this poem in song, but I can't find it anywhere to play it back for you.

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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

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