THE SCHOLARS

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
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While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

W. B. YEATS

THE SCHOLARS
BALD heads forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
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That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love's despair
To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.
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