The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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

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;

The midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a

purple glow,

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

shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the

pavement grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

The River

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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