Sunday, September 21, 2014

"The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Yeats

The Isle of Innisfree, in Loch Gill, on the outskirts of Sligo, Ireland.
Photo by Tom Bartel.

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 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.

"The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Yeats. Public Domain. 

1 comment:

  1. I'm always reminded of the film ''The Quite Man'' with John Wayne. Shot in Ireland and about a man returning to his home in Innisfree.