The Lake Isle of Innisfree - William Butler Yeats
The Lake Isle of Innisfree - William Butler 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 al..