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<blockquote data-quote="costis_d" data-source="post: 1057163689" data-attributes="member: 19780"><p><strong>The Stolen Child</strong></p><p><strong>W. B. Yeats</strong> (1865 - 1939)</p><p></p><p>Where dips the rocky highland</p><p>Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,</p><p>There lies a leafy island</p><p>Where flapping herons wake</p><p>The drowsy water rats;</p><p>There we’ve hid our faery vats,</p><p>Full of berrys</p><p>And of reddest stolen cherries.</p><p>Come away, O human child!</p><p>To the waters and the wild</p><p>With a faery, hand in hand,</p><p>For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.</p><p></p><p>Where the wave of moonlight glosses</p><p>The dim gray sands with light,</p><p>Far off by furthest Rosses</p><p>We foot it all the night,</p><p>Weaving olden dances</p><p>Mingling hands and mingling glances</p><p>Till the moon has taken flight;</p><p>To and fro we leap</p><p>And chase the frothy bubbles,</p><p>While the world is full of troubles</p><p>And anxious in its sleep.</p><p>Come away, O human child!</p><p>To the waters and the wild</p><p>With a faery, hand in hand,</p><p>For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.</p><p></p><p>Where the wandering water gushes</p><p>From the hills above Glen-Car,</p><p>In pools among the rushes</p><p>That scarce could bathe a star,</p><p>We seek for slumbering trout</p><p>And whispering in their ears</p><p>Give them unquiet dreams;</p><p>Leaning softly out</p><p>From ferns that drop their tears</p><p>Over the young streams.</p><p>Come away, O human child!</p><p>To the waters and the wild</p><p>With a faery, hand in hand,</p><p>For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.</p><p></p><p>Away with us he’s going,</p><p>The solemn-eyed:</p><p>He’ll hear no more the lowing</p><p>Of the calves on the warm hillside</p><p>Or the kettle on the hob</p><p>Sing peace into his breast,</p><p>Or see the brown mice bob</p><p>Round and round the oatmeal chest.</p><p>For he comes, the human child,</p><p>To the waters and the wild</p><p>With a faery, hand in hand,</p><p>For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="costis_d, post: 1057163689, member: 19780"] [B]The Stolen Child[/B] [B]W. B. Yeats[/B] (1865 - 1939) 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 hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of 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 gray sands with light, Far off by furthest 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 slumbering 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 waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he’s going, 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, For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand. [/QUOTE]
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