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.

(1892)

THE INNISFREE POETRY JOURNAL

An Online Journal of Contemporary Poetry

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Editor, Greg McBride

The founding editor of Innisfree, Greg McBride’s work appears in Bellevue Literary Review, Connecticut Review, Gettysburg Review, Hollins Critic, Poet Lore, Southeast Review, Southern Indiana Review, and Southern Poetry Review.  www.homepage.mac.com/gregmcbride.

 

 

Publisher, Cook Communication

 

Cook Communication provides support for new writers who seek publication of their work and publishes the work of emerging and established poets in the pages of Innisfree. Its website is at www.cookcom.net.