The 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 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.

–William But­ler Yeats

This poem is here to show why there’s no let­ter “g” in my mid­dle name, as I’ve been asked a cou­ple of times lately. I took it from “innis” because Inn­is­free is in the mid­dle of Lough Gill.

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