Sideglances
by SARAH GREENE
Jan 16, 2014 | 1218 views | 0 0 comments | 11 11 recommendations | email to a friend | print
ONE OF THE pleasures of living in the 21st Century is having access to the accumulated literature of the previous centuries. We are all entitled to our prejudices, and mine incline toward the English literature I was introduced to very early in life at the Gilmer public schools.

When I need a lift of the spirits I can turn to a favorite poet, William Butler Yeats. He was eloquent in many writings, but I particularly enjoy his Lake Isle of Innisfree.It reads in part:

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 gray,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

AT THIS stage of my life I am not likely to go to Innisfree or any place else much farther than my present home at Upshur Manor, but a mental picture of Innisfree is a good substitute.
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