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 weve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
e away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the worlds more full of weeping than you uand.
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.
e away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the worlds more full of weeping than you uand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scare could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them u dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
e away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the worlds more full of weeping than you uand.
Away with us hes going,
The solemn-eyed:
Hell hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peato his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he es, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the worlds more full of weeping than he uand.