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By RunAndrewRun

For peace comes dropping slow

Another one of my very favourite collections pictured this evening - of W.B. Yeats poems ...

... and its hard not to choose one of his all-time classics:


The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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.


- and you really can picture, feel and almost smell the scene.

Wonderful :-)

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