The Lake Isle – The Inn Is Free After The Lake Isle Of Innisfree William Butler Yeats Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

The Lake Isle – The Inn Is Free After The Lake Isle Of Innisfree William Butler Yeats



I will arise and go now, to set my spirit free
and a small space seek out, of light and movement made:
nine lives are seldom granted Man, Time flies, who’d spendthrift be
knows that the bill’s soon paid.

I shall know peace at last, yet peace’s mantle slow
slips from the Present’s shoulders, while, waiting in the wings,
Tomorrow’s sensed, [s]oft [h]overs, its dawn a purple glow,
its noon news of our passing brings.

I will arise and go now, alternate night and day
lap upon the spirit’s shore, draw one towards that door
which opens on a roadway all must take, so make hay
while sun shines, before cropped heart stops sore.

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(23 July 1991)
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