The Bee-Loud Glade

I took a seminar course as an undergraduate on W.B. Yeats. When I read the lines "bee-loud glade" and "for peace comes dropping slow" I knew there was a journey I needed to be on but I had no idea until now where the journey would end. And when I returned from Innisfree yesterday my friend in Wales had written to say her husband was "checking out his bees are all snug and tucked in to their hive for the winter."

I share with you - Innisfree.

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 mourning 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