Lake Isle Of Innisfree
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Bill Douglas
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W.B.Yeats / Jane Grimes
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I will arise now and go to Innisfree,
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And a small cabin build there of clay and wattles made
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Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee
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And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
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And I shall have some peace there
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for peace comes dropping slow
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Æòȴ õõÈ÷ ³»¸®´Â °Í
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Dropping from the veils of the morningto where the cricket sings
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There midnight¡¯s all a glimmer
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And noon a purple glow
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And evening full of the linnet¡¯s wings.
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I will arise and go now, for always night and day
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I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore
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While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey
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I hear it in the deep heart¡¯s core.
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³» ¸¶À½ ±í¼÷ÀÌ ±× ¹°°á¼Ò¸® µé¸®³×.
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Lake Isle Of Innisfree
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| Bill Douglas |