Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Butler Yeats. b. 1865864. 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, | 5 |
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; | 10 |
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, | |
I hear it in the deep heart’s core. |