The Arch of Ennismore
a rewrite of a poem by
William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Ennismore
And a garden arch build there, of stone all dry laid;
Nine feet tall t'will be, and on one side a niche or two ,
And shrubs and flowers around it plant,
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes from stone
Dropping in veils from the top of opening to the pillars shore.
There limestone all a glimmer, and noon a sparkling glow,
And evening stars and moon all light Ennismore.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day.
I feel the garden growing and what oh then is more?
While I stand on the roadway, or on the mossy path,
My heart is called to Ennismore.
J S-R
