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.
~ W. B. Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree
HANNA'S WALK 
That’s a gorgeous photo!
Thank you, Montucky!!
I really love the photo.
You perfectly cached the evening mood.
A quiet magical landscape known for a ghost story or two ☺
One of my favorites! That poem used to hang on the wall in my grandmother’s kitchen, and now in my parents’ kitchen.
Thank you for sharing your wonderful story, Robert. A good tradition that has become with that poem!
I’ve have never been to Ireland. Though I have a few places of my own kept in my heart’s core. I’m grateful for that.