In his poetry, he shows us how deep an impression Sligo made on his imagination.
In 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree', he says:
"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 honey-bee,
And live alone in a bee-loud glade."