I have a Cherish the Ladies CD I’ve been listening to on the drive home from work for the past few days, Threads of Time. They set a poem by William Yeats to music. It’s a perfect arrangement, and the song is hauntingly beautiful; the only problem is it tempts me strongly to play hooky, and disappear off into the mountains.

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


[Except I’d really rather be by an ocean than by a lake; but generally speaking. . .]