Tessie D

I found a card on my desk at work this morning when I’d come in. Propped against my office phone was a white envelope with “Tess” written in messy cursive on the front. Inside, there was a card with yellow and purple flowers on the front. Opening up the card, Angel had written at the top: “I found this at the grocery store this weekend, and it made me think of you and our little secret spot at the lake.”

Beneath his note was a poem.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
By William Butler Yeats

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.