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 evenings full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the 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.
Commentary
I like that this one was written by the man who penned something as dark as “The Second Coming”. There is a quietness in this poem that I find arresting.So also, the simple, straight-forward sincerity reflected even in the rhyme pattern. An unassuming poem with a depth of feeling made all the more evident by its very understatement.
— Pavithra