Tuesday, July 12, 2005

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.



Blogger Hirak said...

Reading Walden?

6:25 AM  
Blogger Ashutosh said...

No! But I can see that the suspicion is completely warranted!

7:06 AM  
Blogger Hirak said...

Have you read John Muir? I want to read his stuff while seeing Ansel Adams's pics.

7:05 AM  

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