The Isle Of Innisfree

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.

By | 2006-01-08T20:31:00+00:00 January 8th, 2006|Inklings|0 Comments

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