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(W.B. Yeats/J. Hamel)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 morning,
To where the cricket sings.
And midnight's all a-glimmer
And noon a purple glow
And evening's 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 standing on the roadway,
Or on the pavements gray,I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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