Innisfree ho

I awoke this morning and there in my ear was the first line of Innisfree: “I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.” O, Yeats, as the hammer pounds down, the taxis swerve, and the summer gets thick with ire, I’ll join you there in Innisfree, and there, my friend, we’ll listen to words resound in “the deep heart’s core.”