Lockdown Diaries - The Lake Isle of Innisfree

Updated: Apr 5

Dia duit and welcome to the first instalment of Liverpool Irish Centre's Lockdown Diaries. We will be bringing you a wide variety of interesting snippets of what's keeping us motivated during these tumultuous times, and in doing so we hope to reach out to you all. The first item we have for you is a wonderful poem, from a wonderful man. The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B.Yeats.



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.





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