Where peace comes dropping slow...

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and to 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 wing.

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.

W.B. Yeats 1865-1939

Photograph...a small English cottage.
by Jeanne Henriques


  1. I've never read this that I know of…now I just want to study it. So beautiful! How do you have time to do all of this that you do, Jeanne? this was wonderful!

  2. Such a sweet poem of homesickness. Yeats certainly knew how to turn a word and slow time. Looking forward to exploring this blog too, Jeanne. :D