THE STOLEN CHILD

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hidden our faery vats
Full of berries
And of the reddest stolen cherries

Come away O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furtherest Rosses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances,
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep

Come away O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-car
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumdering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams
Come away O human child
To the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand

The solemn eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping
Than he can understand.

William Butler Yeats



Thanks, Bren!
It is lovely, this time! hehe


     




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