Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Midsummer Interlude...

Megachile sp. on Shasta daisy



The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats

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,          5
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;  10
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, 
      I hear it in the deep heart's core.