Sweet Darkness

Beautiful, Stray Cat.....



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

Thank you, Letty. And thank you for the beautfiul Yeats poem.

I particularly liked your accompanying photograph, Stray Cat. You have the uncanny ability to match poetry to photos and for that I must thank you.

You're welcome, Gus. Yes, it is a rare talent.