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