昨晚阅读网友“风中秋叶”的散文《重阳随笔》，引出了我的乡愁，也让我想起爱尔兰著名诗人和剧作家叶芝（William Butler Yeats）的名诗“ The Lake Isle of Innisfree”。这个不大的Innisfree岛湖位于爱尔兰的西北部。后来，Richard Farrelly谱写了著名的歌曲“ Isle of Innisfree”。词和曲都深情地表达了一位爱尔兰移民对故土的渴望。无论你心中的 Innisfree岛湖是在什么地方，愿这首歌带给你慰藉。
歌曲: Isle of Innisfree (or “Isle of Inisfree”)
歌手: Órla Fallon （Celtic Woman)
摄影：Hannah (my daughter) ，2007（此景并非the Lake Isle of Innisfree，是另外一个湖）
I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer,
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say,
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer,
When all the things he loves are far away.
And precious things are dreams unto an exile.
They take him o'er the land across the sea --
Especially when it happens he's an exile,
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree.
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops,
Of this great city, wondrous though it be,
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter...
I'm once again back home in Inisfree.
I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys,
And find a peace no other land would know.
I hear the birds make music fit for angels,
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow.
And then into a humble shack I wander --
My dear old home -- and tenderly behold,
The folks I love around the turf fire, gathered.
On bended knees, their rosary is told.
But dreams don't last --
Though dreams are not forgotten --
And soon I'm back to stern reality.
But though they pave the footways here with gold dust,
I still would choose the Isle of Inisfree.