What would be the essentials?

In your small cabin?
I was reading a book this morning that referenced this Yeat’s poem:

Lake Isle Of Inisfree (Circa.1890).
I will arise and go now,and go to Inisfree,
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 Linnit’s wings.

I will arise and go now,for always night and day,
I hear lake waters 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.

I was wondering what others might find necessary in their place of refuge.