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 linnets 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 of Innisfree", by William Butler Yeats, printed in Poems of the Irish People, 2016)
I think Mr Yeats and I have similar dreams for finding peace. He dreams in this poem of a cabin by the lake where he can have a garden and bee hive. It is a place where he can listen to the waves and watch the sunrise and sunset. It is a place he doesn’t have yet, because he stands on the roads and pavements yearning for it. I feel the same way when I drive to work every day. I want a place where I can watch the sun rise and keep a nice garden and have great, tall trees, but I don’t have that peaceful place yet.