On a grey January day dreaming of an old Irish poem

One of the only poems I can recite is this one. It's not so much that it was loved by me, it's more that it was repeated endlessly in primary school. On re-reading it as an adult I finally understood. Now I love it and indeed "hear it in the deep heart's core," especially on a grey January day. What a treat to have beautiful words in your head!

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 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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

William Butler Yeats


  1. I remember this poem from school but not reciting it...it is lovely and so are your grey day photos...full of subtle pastels mixed with grey

  2. Beautiful photos!!

  3. Beautiful poem. Cabins, beehives and beans by a lake? Sounds like my idea of heaven.

  4. One of my favourites too. Off to Coole Park with the kids today for a nature walk and picnic.

  5. Love the moody colours in these photos Catherine, would love to gaze at the bottom one on my bedroom wall, just beautiful.

  6. Beautiful imagery for beautiful words. Thanks for sharing this poem.

  7. Beautiful poem. So many things like this we don't understand until we're adults.

  8. Innisfree is definitely the place to be :-)

  9. We had this poem at school and i've always loved it but i haven't heard it for a while...
    Special photos, too!

  10. I've always loved Yeats' beautiful poem and you have illustrated it perfectly with those atmospheric photos.