...I hear it in my deep heart's core
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.
Whether on the roadway or on the pavements grey
I hear it in my deep heart's core
(I read this poem with a microphone in front of 60 or so people at his graveside. He used to recite poems, from memory all the time on car journeys, and this was one of his favourite Yeat's poems. His endless reciting would often bore and infuriate me as a young, stroppy teenager, but somehow the poetry got in and passed on. I like to think he would have been proud of me standing there in the cold the other day reciting it from memory down to his coffin.
You'll be missed...I hope you're reciting poems in heaven...I wouldn't doubt you boy...)