The Lake Isle of Innisfree / W. B. Yeats
ืขืืืื: 15 ืืืืื 2023
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
W. B. 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 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 midnightโs all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnetโs 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 heartโs core.
ืืงืื ืื ืืืื, ืืื ืืืื ืืืืคืจื / ืืืืืื ืืืืจ ืืืืก
ืึธืงืึผื ืึดื ืึฐืึตืึตืึฐ, ืึตืึตืึฐ ืึฐืึดืื ึฐืึดืืึฐืคึฐืจึดื,
ืึผึตืืช ืึนืึถืจ ืงึธื ืึธืงึดืื, ืึดืึผึนืคึถืจ ืึผืึดืงึผึทืฉื;
ืึฐืึทื ืึดืึฐืึถืจึถืช ืึผึฐืึทืฉื, ืืึผืจึตื ืึธืคืึผื ืึผึทืคึฐืจึดื,
ืึฐืึถื ืึธืึฐื ึดื ืึฐืึทืึธืึผ ื ึฐืึดืื ืึผึฐืืึนืจึดืื ืึดืจึฐืึทืฉื.
ืึฐืจึนืึทืข ืฉืึธื ืึตืึทืข, ืึผึดื ืืึผื ื ึดืึผึธืจ ืึฐืึทื,
ืึถื ืึถืจึถื ืึทืฉึผืึธืึถื ื ึดืึผึธืจ ืึดืฆึฐืขึดืืฃ ืึผึฐืงึธืจึดืื;
ื ึดืฆึฐื ืึผืฅ ืึทืฉืึฐืึนืจึถืช ืึตืื, ืึทืึฐืึดืื ืึทืึผืึนื ืึดืึฐืึทื,
ืึธืขึถืจึถื โ ืึทืงึฐืึตืึธื ืฉืึถื ืึทื ึฐืงืึนืจึดืื.
ืึธืงืึผื ืึดื ืึฐืึตืึตืึฐ, ืึผึดื ืืึนื ืึธืึตืื ืืึนืึถืฉืึถืช
ืึทืึฐืึทืช ืึตืืึตื ืึฒืึทื ืึทืึผืึนืึฒืึดืื ืืึนืคึธืื;
ืขืึนืึถื ึดื ืขึทื ืึผึฐืึดืืฉืึดืื ืึฐืึถืจึถืึฐ ืึฐืึทืฉืึตืฉื, ืึถืช
ืึตืึตื ืงืึนืึธืึผ ืึฒื ึดื ืฉืืึนืึตืข ืึผึฐืขึดืึฐืงึตื ืึตืึธื.
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