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.