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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 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

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Mum on Porthmeor
In memory of my dear old Mum, who passed away last week on January 3rd. The Lake Isle of Innisfree was one of her favourite poems.

Thank you Mum, for reminding me not to overlook the beauty and the pleasure to be found in the simple, the small and the everyday.

Forever in my heart…

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