poem of the day: The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

W.B. Yeats

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.

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7 thoughts on “poem of the day: The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats

  1. I hadn’t read this before – one of Yeats’s quieter poems. The music is lovely! Thank you.

  2. yeltnuh says:

    Thanks, Catherine. I’m enjoying the poems on your blog, too.

  3. Like balm for the wossname. Very seductive. Suspect I’d get cabin fever. Even Thoreau had a railway line running past his bit of Eden.

  4. yeltnuh says:

    I might last (but I’m an introvert). Visitors welcome, but one at a time.

    • Me too, but there’s something about rural solitude that has me howling at the moon for cities. And vice-versa. I’ve lived in both and love them both, but I always yearn for the other. Same with countries – Britain and America. It’s only suburbia that’s intolerable.

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