Beyond the Mystery

Exploring the religions of the old and rediscovering our anncestors.
 
HomeFAQSearchRegisterUsergroupsLog in

Share | 
 

 The Stolen Child

View previous topic View next topic Go down 
AuthorMessage
Silver Wind
Aud Mon Ra
avatar

Posts : 1525
Join date : 2007-07-18
Age : 35
Location : The Mists of Avalon

PostSubject: The Stolen Child   Wed Sep 12, 2007 9:55 am

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 cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, 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 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 the 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 he 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.

_________________


There is a place where darkness and beutay meet.
Where romanticism and love are a strength
and were the seemingly delicate shine with thier own
power
Back to top Go down
View user profile http://www.journalhome.com/silverwynd2/
 
The Stolen Child
View previous topic View next topic Back to top 
Page 1 of 1
 Similar topics
-
» Dream about my car being stolen a few times.. Clarity???
» My wallet got stolen out of my purse
» Stolen furniture and eating hair
» Stolen parts on my car
» Car windows broken and wheels stolen

Permissions in this forum:You cannot reply to topics in this forum
Beyond the Mystery :: The Den :: Books/Poery/Music/Art-
Jump to: