Does this not sound lovely?

While it isn't Friday, I had to share this poem. My schedule is busy over the next couple of weeks and my computer access will be down so I will be mixing things up a bit over the next week or so.

It is cold rainy day here on Long Island.  I have a day ahead of me and I sit sipping tea looking out at the dreariness I must enter.  I have a place that I go to in my mind that is quite lovely.  It is a meditation spot in Ireland on the top of a high cliff.  It has a single room house complete with a stocked herbal apothecary.  Well... here.... this poem paints part of the picture.  I quite pleased when I found it.

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

Poem lyrics of 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.