Yeats' FAIRY AND FOLK
TALES OF THE IRISH PEASANTRY
THE STOLEN
CHILD
W. B. 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 fairy vats Full of
berries, And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O, human child! To
the woods and waters wild With a fairy 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 farthest 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
woods and waters wild, With a fairy 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; We give them evil dreams, Leaning softly
out From ferns that drop their
tears Of dew on the young streams. Come! O, human
child! To the woods and waters wild, With a fairy hand in hand, For the
world's more full of weeping
then 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 hill-side. 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 woods and waters wild, With a fairy hand in
hand, For the world's more full of weeping
than he can
understand.
  
Notes:
The places mentioned are round about Sligo. Further Rosses is a very noted
fairy locality. There is here a little point of rocks where, if anyone falls
asleep, there is danger of their waking silly, the fairies having carried off
their souls.
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