Sonnetsday

Technically I should post a sonnet today, but Heo Cwaeth posted one of my favorite Yeats (pr. 'Yates') poems for St. Patty's, and I love that poem, so instead of a 14-liner, today we're serving a 12-liner :P I know it by heart because, as Heo said, it brings a stillness to the soul.



THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats

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 the 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.

1892