The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I find myself in the position of having to apologise - particularly to my new followers - for my recent lack of posts. Life has been a bit busy over the past couple of weeks. That's no excuse, however, especially as I try to keep my personal life out of this blog.

Anyway, I've been meaning to post another poem for a couple of weeks now, and have chosen a poem by Yeats. This came seventh in a BBC poll of 100 favourite poems, although I wasn't previously acquainted with it. It's a bit of a slow-burner but the more I read it, the more I get from it.

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats

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.


Andrew

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