William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree - Poem 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 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.


Comments about The Lake Isle Of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats

  • Gold Star - 5,686 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (1/27/2015 10:49:00 AM)

    a beautiful poem by a poet who lived in a very beautiful land- Ireland... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 29,119 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/24/2015 12:14:00 AM)

    Great writings of the great poet and ideas are exemplary. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rohit C Kumarath (3/4/2012 11:15:00 PM)

    a meaning full poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 18 Points Ian Fraser (12/6/2010 8:21:00 PM)

    Yeats is very overrated as a poet. His best writing is this early romantic stuff but it is desperately short of content. What the hell is he going to do on Innisfree one wonders when the honey runs out? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Enn Kay (5/24/2010 3:45:00 AM)

    Lovely! Full of vistas and rich in imagery, and bringing peace to mind. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Maneesha Perera (2/9/2010 9:31:00 AM)

    he isnt in innisfree in reality he is thinking of going there away from the 'grey' pavements.

    its a beautiful poem rich in imagery. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lu Wenchao (11/11/2008 9:42:00 PM)

    It is obvious that our city is full of noise, and the people lived there are full of struggle.As a result of this, we can hardly attain the peace in our heart.We are always full of fear and anxiety, but we do not know what we are fearing and anxious about.We always hurry in the road, but we do not konw where we go.This is so absurd and so true.In this poem of Yeats, the poet himself answer the question.He want to go to a free island, where he will get the peace, where he will stop his hurry and fear and enjoy the sweet nature totally.This is so wonderful a dream.For me, the island exist nowhere in the real world, it exsits only in our mind, in our deep desire for a better life.That is the truth we have.
    To escape from the real world to the faraway island means that the poet himself retreat from the outside world into himself, into his inner heart, to find the only peace that we can aquire, the peace in our heart.Find yourself and you will find the whole world, new and quiet. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Christine Folan (9/23/2008 7:35:00 PM)

    Hear this beautiful poem this morning on Classic FM. Learned it in primary school and I still recite it to myself on a beautiful day. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dewald Viljoen (5/12/2008 3:51:00 PM)

    Classic Yeats. Full of yearning and beauty. No one writes like this anymore. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kerrie Gallagher (4/12/2008 9:18:00 AM)

    I remeber this form primary school...great poen..really captures old Ireland (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Fergus Broderick (11/25/2006 12:17:00 AM)

    My mother taught me this poem when I was four years old and it will never leave me. A classic. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Richard Bunch (1/5/2005 4:14:00 PM)

    One of my all time favorites. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011


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