Lot 135
  • 135

Susan Mary 'Lily' Yeats

Estimate
1,500 - 2,500 GBP
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Description

  • Susan Mary 'Lily' Yeats
  • Lake Isle of Innisfree
  • signed l.l.: Lily Yeats
  • Embroidery
  • 64 by 44.5cm., 25¼ by 17½in.

Condition

The embroidery appears in good overall condition. One loose thread in centre of trees and some minor surface dirt near centre of lower edge. Held in a wood frame under glass, ready to hang. Unexamined out of frame.
"In response to your inquiry, we are pleased to provide you with a general report of the condition of the property described above. Since we are not professional conservators or restorers, we urge you to consult with a restorer or conservator of your choice who will be better able to provide a detailed, professional report. Prospective buyers should inspect each lot to satisfy themselves as to condition and must understand that any statement made by Sotheby's is merely a subjective, qualified opinion. Prospective buyers should also refer to any Important Notices regarding this sale, which are printed in the Sale Catalogue.
NOTWITHSTANDING THIS REPORT OR ANY DISCUSSIONS CONCERNING A LOT, ALL LOTS ARE OFFERED AND SOLD AS IS" IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE CONDITIONS OF BUSINESS PRINTED IN THE SALE CATALOGUE."

Catalogue Note

"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."

W. B. Yeats published The Lake Isle of Innisfree in late 1890 - it shot the poet to prominence and established his international fame. Living in London at the time, the poem sung of his nostalgia for Sligo.