Thursday, September 24, 2009

An Elegy

"The Lake Isle of Innisfree"
by William Butler Yeats

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 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.

For my Grampy--Lake lover and dweller extraordinaire.
August 24, 1929 - September 19, 2009

Grampy and I at his house on Lake Winnepesaukee


ohchicken said...

i'm so sorry you lost your grampy. he looks like a loving man.


jessie said...

so so sorry. thank you for sharing that pic.

Melissa said...

So sorry about Grampy. I love the picture of the two of you!

Lo said...

Thinking of you. Great picture.

tbean said...

So sorry for your loss. Thinking of you.

This Mom said...

I'm sorry for your loss. Grampy's are irreplaceable.

Melody said...

Ah, I'm so sorry for your loss. A beautiful tribute poem and pic.

Baby Mama, Too said...

So sorry for your loss. Grandparent's (no matter what you call them) are irreplaceable. I lost my Grampy in 1990 and my Pepe on September 8th, 2009.

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