William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the
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;
The midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a
And evening full of the limnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the
While I stand on the roadway, or on the
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
By Billie Daddario
The Sun’s Reflection Sparkles.
It seems to bubble and laugh.
It’s wide here, but narrows as it bends gracefully.
Red, brown and green with a frosting of white bubble foam.
Framed on both sides by leafy green trees and lush grass.
In the trees birds that chirp over the bubbling torrent.
Soon the river will slow to a trickle, and the birds will be silent.
Soon the green will be bare.
Soon snow and ice will cover the ground.
Now the sun’s reflection sparkles
It seems to bubble and laugh
The river bubbles and laughs.
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