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.

“ The Lake Isle of Innisfree” by William Butler Yeats

I recently visited my hometown, Cadiz, Spain, and I saw a message that now and then popped up on the public screens scattered around the town. It read as follows,
“Sin poesia no hay ciudad,” that is “Without poetry, there is no city.”
I found the above poem on a plaque displayed on a path alongside a lagoon at the Chicago Botanic Gardens. The above picture was taken from there. Definitely, “without poetry, there is no city.” This is a gorgeous poem, homage to the beauty of the English language and the allure of its rhymed verses. It befits the breathtaking view from the spot where it is displayed.