I’ve been thinking and talking a lot lately about how I want to move to Ireland. My fiancé and I are taking a trip there with my grandmother later in the year, and I’m hoping that it’ll show the future Mrs. that it’s basically the greatest place ever. Few poems capture the desire to move off to a simpler life and locale better than this one by almost certainly the greatest Irish poet ever.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats
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.