Dah Duit (Hi) and welcome

The Stolen Child

The Stolen Child
by
William Butler Yeats


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 berries



And of reddest stolen chetries.



Come away, O human child!



To the waters and the wild



With a faery, hand in hand,



For the world's morefull of weeping than you



can understand.







Where the wave of moonlight glosses



The dim grey 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 is 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 morefully 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 to waters and the wild



With a faery, hand in hand,



For to world's morefully 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 be comes, the human child,



To the waters and the wild



With a faery, hand in hand,



from a world more full of weeping than you.


might understand