The Lake Isle of Innisfree XML Encoding
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<head>Lake Isle Of Innisfree</head>
<poet>William Buttler Yates </poet>
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<l>I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,</l>
<l>And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:</l>
<l>Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,</l>
<l>And live alone in the bee-loud glade.</l>
</lg>
<lg type=”stanza”>
<l>And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,</l>
<l>Dropping from the veils of the morn to where the cricket sings;</l>
<l>There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,</l>
<l>And evening full of the linnet’s wings.</l>
</lg>
<lg type=”stanza”>
<l>I will arise and go now, for always night and day,</l>
<l>I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;</l>
<l>While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,</l>
<l>I hear it in the deep heart’s core.</l>
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William Buttler Yates
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 morn 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.