Isle of Innisfree
I wish the wind would take me,
To the Isle of Innisfree,
Where Yeats spoke with the shadow folk,
And built a hive for honeybees.
They say the grass there has a fragrance;
And the birds sing special tunes,
While its purple heather dances,
In the light of each Full Moon.
I’ve heard say, there is a peace there,
That nowhere else on Earth is found;
As if Eden once had stood here,,
And left a piece of ground.
If I could just rest there awhile,
To find my soul once more.
Then like Aengus – cut a hazel wand –
Before I wander from its shore.
© John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking)
About the Author
John Anthony Fingleton: He was born in Cork City, in the Republic of Ireland. Poems published in journals and anthologies in, Ireland, UK, USA, India and France as well as three…
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