The Lake Isle of Innisfree Ruth

The Pigeon House Ringsend, Dublin, with the Lord Lieutenants. Unknown, 18th Century © National Gallery of Ireland

One of the last things Nancy remembered was a poem she learned at school.
She could not recognise her children, but she could recite this poem:

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.

'The Lake Isle of Innisfree’ by William Butler Yeats