The Stolen Child
That scare could bathe a star,
With a faery, hand in hand,
Leaning softly out
Where the wandering water gushes
Where flapping herons wake
The Stolen Child
Full of berrys
And whispering in their ears
For the worlds more full of weeping than you can underst
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For he comes, the human child,
There lies a leafy island
Over the young streams.
For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand.
The solemn-eyed:
Come away, O human child!
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Come away, O human child!
With a faery, hand in hand,
We foot it all the night,
Till the moon has taken flight;
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand.
From the hills above Glen-Car,
The drowsy water rats;
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
Come away, O human child!
The dim gray sands with light,
From ferns that drop their tears
And anxious in its sleep.
Away with us hes going,
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
To the waters and the wild
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Far off by furthest Rosses
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the worlds more full of weeping than he can understand.
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or see the brown mice bob
We seek for slumbering trout
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
Give them unquwww.99lib.netiet dreams;
And of reddest stolen cherries.
There weve hid our faery vats,
To the waters and the wild
To the waters and the wild
Weaving olden dances
Hell hear no more the lowing
And chase the frothy bubbles,
In pools among the rushes
While the world is full of troubles
To and fro we leap