Monday, May 28, 2007

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 honeybee,
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 evenings full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
by William Butler Yeats

(photo courtesy of Ted Kaiser) Share

3 comments:

Veritas said...

We are dreamers, every one.

elena maria vidal said...

Yes, we are, Veritas. An inescapable Celtic trait, it is indeed.

alaughland said...

Such a fitting verse for that scene. Beautiful! Would love to be looking out on that view. I can almost hear the water lapping against the rocks and the call of the Loon.