‘He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven’ by William Butler Yeats

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

                                                   William Butler Yeats

“The Lake Isle Of Innisfree’, by William Butler Yeats

The ‘Lake isle of Innisfree‘ was written by Ireland‘s greatest poet, William Butler Yeats, in a quiet moment of nostalgia for his native land. He was a man of extraordinary ability and was awarded the Nobel prize for literature in 1923.

The ‘Lake isle of Innisfree‘, which was much loved by my late father and is also my favourite poem, reveals a place of enchantment comparable to the dramatic images of Ireland‘s natural beauty as seen through my eyes.

"...and a small cabin build there  of clay and wattles made... "
“…and a small cabin build there
of clay and wattles made… “

 

“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 live alone in the bee-loud glade.."
“..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.

 

"..and evening full of the linnet's wings.."
“..and evening full of the linnet’s wings..”

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear lake waters 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. 

"..I hear lake waters lapping with low sounds by the shore.."
“..I hear lake waters lapping with low sounds by the shore..”

William Butler Yeats (Circa.1890).