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The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

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 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.

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I was taught this poem at primary school, although it could still appeal to adults I guess.
A very heart felt poem.
I learned this poem at school, never forgot it. In recent years visited Ireland and the grave of WB Yeats.
What is the tone of the poem
What an excellent poem this is.
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