WB YEATS

i will

arise and go now, and go to Innisfree

a small cabin

build there of clay and wattles made... and live alone in the bee-loud glade

peace comes…

dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings

there midnight’s

all a glimmer and noon a purple glow

pavements

grey…lake water lapping

while i stand

on the roadway, or on the pavements grey... I hear it in the deep heart's core

their hearts

have not grown old… passion or conquest…wander where they will.. attend upon them still

wood

land paths

under the

october twilight, the water mirrors a still sky

now my

heart is sore…alls changed since i…trod with lighter tread