W.B.Yeats. (1869-1935). Lake Isle Of Inisfree (Circa.1890).
I will arise and go now,and go to Inisfree,
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 Linnit's wings.

I will arise and go now,for always night and day,
I hear lake waters 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.

The" Lake isle of inisfree" was written in London while he was feeling homesick for his native Co. Sligo in the northwest of Ireland. W.B.Yeats was a man of exceptional talent and was awarded the Nobel prize for literature in 1923. At various times revolutionary patriot, upholder of an idealized aristocratic tradition, and Senator of the 'Irish Free State', Yeats was also a student of the occult. An obsessive lover, his poetry draws upon a rich vein of mystic melancholy, Irish mythology and wide eclectic reading in literature, history and philosophy. He is a writer whose true and abiding significance is now only beginning to be understood and appreciated.
Oscar Wilde.
George B. Shaw.