Favorite Poem

...and a small cabin build there,

Lake Isle of Innisfree, by William Butler Yeats was my father's favorite poem.  Dad died three years ago, but he left behind a wonderful legacy of appreciation for nature, the quiet of a rustic setting, and a tiny cabin in the woods, much like the one above.  And he loved the Yeats poem, so I'm posting it here in its entirety, because, well, I love it, too.

Enjoy--

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 aglimmer, 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 by the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.