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The Lake 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. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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