Innisfree
Working on a new sample for our range, we thought this poem by W. B. Yeats would make a nice memory for someone who loved the land, animals and Ireland in general.
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 honeybee,
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 pavement gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
by W. B. Yeats
Also these lovely images of the Copper Coast, Co. Waterford would compliment the poem.