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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
—The Lake Isle of Innisfree, by William Butler Yeats
Oh how I long to visit Ireland. A friend recently asked me if Innisfree was a real place in Ireland. I found this delightful poem and a couple of images. Now I guess I need to watch The Quiet Man, which is on my top 20 list of favorite films.