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.
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Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
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I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
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Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover's loneliness
Came where you stood,
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My Soul: I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
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COME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
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THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
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MUCH did I rage when young,
Being by the world oppressed,
But now with flattering tongue
It speeds the parting guest.
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HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head,
Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye,
Everything else withered and mummy-dead.
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
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