The dream-power of actual places has been one of the great themes of poetry: A specific landscape, exotic or dreamy, becomes a way to express some feeling -- peace or excitement or anxiety -- that might be inexpressible without the scene.
One of the best known of such poems is William Butler Yeats's "The Lake Isle of Innisfree," a poem beloved for its richly compressed romantic feeling and mocked for that same feeling, and in either case indelible:
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 the bee-loud glade.
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 grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
