Rabu, 2 November 2011

Lake isle of innisfree

I  will arise and go now, and go to innisfree
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattle made .
Nine bean-row will I have there, a hive for the honey bee;
And live alone in 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 dry
I hear lake water lapping with low sound 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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