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


Ann Murray said...

We are dreamers, every one.

elena maria vidal said...

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

Anonymous 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.