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 honeybee,

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.

review: how i would love to b rite there with wiliam butler yeats n celebrate the wonders o nature.. when i’m stressed out, i’d b imagining myself in william’s imagination..standing near the running crystalclear river with splash sounds made by the fishes.. n the mist veiling around me.. the greens dat celebrate my existance with ’swish swish swish’ sounds..

ok dat’s it, some o u mite call me crazy if i dun stop..haha..i’m a very good imaginer.. i mite not need tv at all to c myself laughing suddenly..some o my frens got frighten when i abruptly burst out laughing while reading a novel.. imagine guys..i imagine being one o the characters in the book..so if i’m reading h.potter, i’d b imagining myself as hermione or even a new character who stands there in the middle o the sequencial..haha..try it, it’s fun.