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\n\u87cb\u87c0\u306e\u3059\u3060\u304f\u591c\u660e\u3051\u304b\u3089\u3000\u6ef4\u308a\u843d\u3061\u3066\u304f\u308b
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\n\u3042\u306e\u6ce2\u306e\u97f3<\/p>\n
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\n\u3000\u3000The Lake Isle of Innisfree\u3000—\u3000William Butler Yeats
\n
<\/br>I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
\nAnd a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
\nNine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
\nAnd live alone in the bee-loud glade.<\/p>\n
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
\nDropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
\nThere midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
\nAnd evening full of the linnet’s wings.<\/p>\n
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
\nI hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
\nWhile I stand on the roadway, or one the pavements grey,
\nI hear it in the deep core of the heart.<\/p>\n