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Knight of the Heart (knightsheart)

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By William Butler Yeats (Ireland)
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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

This is my Mom’s favorite poem. When we three sons were young, Mom used to tell us she was going to Innisfree, when she needed a break. I believe that is where she rests when she is not watching her sons and grand childern. My mom Cyrilla Vessey died 4/3/10, 75 years after she was born.


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