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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.
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 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.
Yeats reading it himself, with a little story behind it! (Love the video itself too! Virtual Yeats!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Xty-kkMmKU&feature=related
I love this poem. It just fills me with awe, and a sense of…of home? Something. Maybe pure nature being home, or a place of sublime beauty. I am not to sure, either way I love it! The mysticism behind Yeats’ poetry is just astounding. From one Irishman to another, great job Mr. Yeats! Have a great day SuperForest.
In peace,
Mathew
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