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.
Thank you, Bernie, you and WB transported me back to the west of Ireland for a few moments, and no doubt I will return there in the course of today.
Will.
Beautifully read ❤️
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Thank you, Bernie, you and WB transported me back to the west of Ireland for a few moments, and no doubt I will return there in the course of today.
Will.
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You’re welcome. Thanks.
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