The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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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 gray, 

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Tea and Poem Pairing: Tianmu Lake White Tea

Poem: by William Butler Yeats 1892

Sparks Lake, Oregon