The Lake Isle of Innisfree

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

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 honeybee,
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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THE INNISFREE POETRY JOURNAL

An Online Journal of Contemporary Poetry

Editor, Greg McBride

Greg McBride is the author of Porthole, winner of the 2012 Liam Rector First Book Prize for Poetry (Briery Creek Press, 2012), and Back of the Envelope, a chapbook (Southeast Missouri State University Press, 2009).  Other awards include the Boulevard Emerging Poet prize and an Individual Artist Grant in Poetry from the Maryland State Arts Council.  His work appears in Boulevard, Gettysburg Review, Harvard Review Online, River Styx, Salmagundi, and Southern Poetry Review.  He is a Vietnam veteran, former lawyer, and Innisfree's founding editor. 

Publisher, Cook Communication

Cook Communication provides support for new writers and publishes the work of emerging and established poets in the pages of Innisfree.  www.cookcom.net.