Well, Yeats' peoms resonate with my feelings in a way that few others' poems do. Lots of undertones, though. A heartbreakingly beautiful poem. I find that there can be mixtures of dreams with mythological belief in all thoughts of what love is.
Old myths talk of fairies coming to live in the human world though rituals and ernest seeking.
Sometimes that human can spend an entire life searching. Desire becomes an attainable dream if we choose to wholeheartedly search. There's nothing quite like hearing Garrison Keeler read the poem, in that marvelous voice he has. It does something to re-affirm poetry as an auditory, as well as a strictly cereberal, artform. I do love the last line, too.