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 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 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 heart's core.
THEME:
In this poem the poet's indomitable thirst for peace depicts. He imagines the scene again and hears how he lake water creates ripples when it contacts the shore. He could not forget those memories and takes us back to his childhood with him. In the last verse, he reminds us of the grim truth. One can never go back to what one is already lost. The Lake Island is no more. Only the memories remain. The dusty pavements and busy roads are a daily reminder for his lost dream!
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