Wednesday, August 24, 2005

peace comes dropping slow

The Lake Isle of Innisfree - William Butler 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 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 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.

our family is on hold waiting to leave for canada for a much needed visit with liam's family and a wonderful get-away time at dawsonwood cottage through the generosity of connie and rob. in reading this above poem i was given the motivation i need to get us out the door as soon as the awaited package arrives.

we had intended on leaving tomorrow, but there was a holdup in pink's curriculum for cyber school, and we'll be away far too long to go without their school books. it looks like a friday departure will be more reasonable now.

so looking forward to that 'lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore'.

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