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Lake Isle of Innisfree

September 16, 2010

I’d like to share with you one of my favourite poems, Lake Isle of Innisfree (1892) by the inimitable W.B Yeats. A friend of my father’s was a close friend of Yeats. Above, a 10 minute landscape study.

I will arise now and go to Innisfree

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made

Nine bean-rows shall I have there, and 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

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.

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