the lake isle of innisfree

Recently Emma and I read this poem by William Butler Yeats titled The 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.

In our discussion, we talked about how the author was describing an ideal place, where he would love to go and could find peace and happiness. I asked her if she thought this place sounded ideal to her. She replied with a definite no. When asked to describe her ideal place she said, "The city with lots and lots of people."