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 we've hid our faery vats,
 Full of berries
 And of reddest stolen chetries.
 iCome away, O human child!
 To the waters and the wild
 With afacry, 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.
 iCome 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.
 iCome 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.
 iFor 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
 can understand.