One Lake, Many Moods

I took these pictures when we vacationed at a lake house in July. The words are from William B Yeats' poem: The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will rise 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 honeybee

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 aglimmer

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 roadways, or on the pavements grey

I hear it in the deep heart's core