The Lake Isle of Innisfree: An Update

I will awake and drive to Shadowbrook
And a small camp build there of wide pine,
Six beams and a place to read a book
And live in solitude in my rock-moss mine.

And here I shall find and make peace
As the evening shadows prevail
To beat the sun, whose splintery fleece
Covers the brook and woods as a veil.

I will arise and walk now to the waterfall
In the torrent-filled air to meet the day
By the silent pond with the loon call
To hear what the God-filled world will say.