I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on Innisfree, a little island in Lough Gill, and when walking through Fleet Street very homesick I heard a little tinkle of water and saw a fountain in a shop window which balanced a little ball upon its jet, and began to remember lake water. From the sudden remembrance came my poem Innisfree.
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
“If You Fail, Never Give Up Because F.A.I.L. Means “First Attempt In Learning”. End Is Not The End, If Fact E.N.D. Means “Effort Never Dies.” If You Get No As An Answer, Remember N.O. Means “Next Opportunity”, So Let’s Be Positive.”