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,||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.
-- William Butler Yeats (found at Bartleby.com)
I received this poem today with my weekly HeronDance Pause for Beauty email. It whispers so eloquently of the peace I am seeking...even though my magic place is at this oceanside and not by a lake:
This weekend I pledge to sit for a quiet moment and remember this peace in my deep heart's core...and to raise a glass to Will Smama, who is off to her own beach heart's home as I write. Healing is found in these places, and in the remembering of them, and in their poems.