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Scott-Yeats |
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree |
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Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee |
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And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made |
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And I will live alone in the bee-loud glade. |
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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow |
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Where midnight's all a-glimmer and noon a purple glow |
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Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings |
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And the evening full, full of the linnet's wings. |
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I will arise and go now for always night and day |
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While I stand on the roadside or on the pavements gray |
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I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore |
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I hear it in the deep, the deep heart's core. |
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There midnight's all a-glimmer and noon a purple glow |
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I will arise and go. |
