Inisfree

Another favorite spot in Edwin Warner Park.

Yeats‘s “Lake Isle of Inisfree” evokes feelings of home and rest and the release of care.

For this hiker/biker yesterday it evoked  the thought of moral holiday, and the release of guilt for enjoying a beautiful summer’s afternoon in the park. The unexpected rain that came later, and that is still falling this morning, had the same effect. Glad I came across it again. Rest peacefully, Dr. Hoffman.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree…

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.