For dad, forever in our thoughts, a poem he loved by WB Yeats: I will arise and go now, and go to Inishfree And a small cabin build there of clay and wattles made, Nine bean rows will I have and a hive for the honeybee And live alone in the bee-loud glade And I shall have some peace, 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's 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 pavement grey I hear it in the deep heart's core. xx