Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Rest of The Poem

Looked for "dripping" or "dropping" (see sidebar); I always get confused. I may have put this on here before, but it bears repeating. Find a quiet spot and just be...

Peace Comes Dropping Slow

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 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.

WB Yeats: The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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