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 grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
William Butler Yeats
Today is the last day of school before spring break, and for the past couple of days people have been sharing their travel plans for next week. I’m looking forward to a relaxing week at home, but listening to everyone’s talk of flights and cruises got me thinking about vacations spent at my in-laws’ cabin on Beddington Lake in Maine. This poem has alway reminded me of those summers. Sadly, they no longer own the cabin, but I often think of all the fun we had swimming and canoeing there. I often hear its “water lapping [in my] deep heart’s core.”