The Lake Isle Of Innisfree – W.B. 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.


Oh, to live simply, and without the complications of the digital age!  The Internet and ready access thereto have made communicating easier, but they have also diminished our appreciation for small things: honey, birdsong, the sound of water, a spontaneous visit from a friend.  How often do we spend time to appreciate these daily gifts from God, and to extend that kind of thoughtfulness to a friend?  Appreciate time—whether it’s someone else’s time they’ve chosen to give to you, or your own time you’ve been given by God—waste not!  Not necessarily always doing something, but always appreciating, whether that be time spent accomplishing things or time spent just enjoying life.  Being productive may be a discipline, but being able take time to appreciate God’s gifts (without feeling like that time has been wasted) is certainly an art.

Moderately cohesive stream-of-consciousness finished 🙂

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