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 honey-bee,
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.
Notes
Yeats turns toward a quiet, imagined island in Sligo, where a simple cabin of clay and wattles offers sanctuary from the gray pavement and urban noise. It brings a deeply tranquil lightness to July's theme, showing that peace isn't something we must travel far to find, but a quiet space we can carry within us wherever we go. By tuning into the soft water lapping with low sounds by the shore, the poem reminds us that true freedom begins when we listen to the deep heart’s core. #poetry #wbyeats #summer #island #night