Thursday, September 14, 2006

W. B. Yeats:

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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.

3 comments:

MN Justin said...

Wonderful - thanks for that.

JW

john montana said...

nice huh...heard that poem on a goofy fishing show called "what a catch." had to put it up here. i love this line:

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Reel John said...

It means more the older you guys get!