Well, Caleb, i have to say that that was a very pedantic reading. Poetry, as a rule, does not lend itself very well to objectivity. In trying to find flaws in content, you have managed to ruin the perfect symmetry that makes the poem so great. I do not mean to sound rude, but that was the only way I could phrase that sentence. Read it first without any intent to criticise, and let the poem sink into you. Yeats was had mastered the art of wistfulness - my own teminology; I know it sounds corny - it is perhaps why even such a simple poem as The Lake Isle of Innisfree manages to evoke such a sense of wonder. And when you refer to the sense of loss, the loss is as much the author's as it is the subject's and ultimately becomes the reader's.
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