Category:  Fantasy Traditional Art | Posted: June 18, 2017

from the poem by w.b yeats

sligo lake

by catmal

The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B 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.


Post Type Traditional Art Mixed Media None
acrylic in canvas

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