The Sanctuary at Quaboag – – as William Butler YeatsI will arise and go now, where the quiet waters gleam,And a house of timber fashioned stands beside the marshy stream;Two rooms for sleep and twilight, where the sunlit floors are bright,And a hearth of sculpted iron throws its heat into the night.A world of stone and forest, where the wild things softly tread,And the boatman cuts the water where the winter frost is spread;I’ll drink the dawn’s first sweet brew, or watch the sun depart,And hear lake water lapping in the deep heart’s core and heart.