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 gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE by ALICE MEYNELL AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN RAILWAY DREAMINGS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON AT CAMDEN by KATHARINE LEE BATES |