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Poem: Lake Isle of Innisfree, by William Butler Yeats


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 the water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Font: Aliís Handwriting


Everything by Katie Pertiet at DD


Create a Book Classic Collection
Drop Shadow Styles Collection
Super Size Stamped Alpha Brushes and Stamps


Brown Neutral paper from
Letter Box Traveler Kit
blended with Green Solid paper from
Meadow Ridge Kit