Caledonia Skytower shares selections from D. R. McAnally's compendium of late 18th Century Irish Lore, punctuated with selected Irish poems.
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 grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
~ W. B. Yeats.
Caledonia Skytower, live in voice.
Caledonia Skytower shares selections from D. R. McAnally's compendium of late 18th Century Irish Lore, punctuated with selected Irish poems.
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