I've heard of Yeats, but I don't know any of his poetry. This poem is titled 'Lake Isle of Innisfree'.
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 honeybee,
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.
What a lovely poem. It speaks to me for right now I feel that same pull for a quiet and more peaceful spot. I would go tomorrow, if I could to a place where I could 'have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow'. I can also hear the lake water lapping. And I'm sure I hear it deep in my heart.
Ok Yeats, it's probably time that I got to know you better.