Dearest Candy, dear heart, there are so many loving hearts and hands here to move you gently on, each together, each alone.
I posted this before, shall again before I go to bed. Yeats, 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree'. When I awake my lovely Candy, I do so hope you are still at peace and free.
"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."