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[silverflurry.livejournal.com]

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
by W B Yeats

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.

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[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

this morning i read this quickly and thought, i'm glad she put that here. tonight i'm reading it more slowly and thinking, my god, that's beautiful. thank you, silverflurry. :)

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[silverflurry.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you like it :)