Stone House did live alone
For years in his cottage
By the overlook rock,
Tending his own garden,
Hauling his own water,
Mending his own worn robes,
And most surviving lines
Of his poetry stem
From those impoverished years,
But Yeats never did go
To Innisfree, never
Lived in the bee-loud glade.
It’s tempting to wonder
What his poems would have been,
If he’d dared the attempt.
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