William Butler Yeats was born on June 13th, as was My Beloved Sandra. He was born long, long before she was, so he never had the pleasure of meeting her.
Mr Yeats and I share the same longing for where we’d like to spend our time.
Had he ever met My Beloved Sandra, he would have edited one of his most famous works as follows:
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
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,
alone with My Beloved Sandra 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.