Friday, October 19, 2012

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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.
William Butler Yeats
I have no words at this time....and find myself yearning for some
peace and softness in this season of darkness. 

The words above seem to give me that for now, knowing that someday
I will have my own Innisfree...

1 comment:

  1. one of my most favourite poems...thank you for reminding me...

    i hear deeply what you're saying...peace and softness..yes....i hear that...



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