The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine beans 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. 

W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

Photos above of "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" on Lough Gill

Red Hanrahan’s Song about Ireland by W.B. Yeats

Red Hanrahan’s Song about Ireland

The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand,

Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;

Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies,

But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes

Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

The wind has bundled up the clouds high over

Knock-narea,

And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say.

Angers that are like noisy clouds have set our hearts abeat;

But we have all bent low and low and kissed the quiet feet

Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

The yellow pool has overflowed high up on

Clooth-na-Bare,

For the wet winds are blowing out the clinging air;

Like heavy flooded waters our bodies and our blood;

But purer than a tall candle before the Holy Rood

Is Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.HH

W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

"The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand"

"The wind has bundled up the clouds high over

Knock-narea"

"And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say"

Photos taken by Janell 

Celebrating Yeats Day 2016 in Sligo CTC next week