Art ⓒ Elena Gladoun 

Art ⓒ Elena Gladoun 

Art ⓒ Elena Gladoun

Stolen Child 
By 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 oh human child 
To the waters and the 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 
By far off the furthest roses 
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 
Whilst the world is full of troubles 
And is anxious in it’s sleep

Come away oh human child 
To the waters and the wild 
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 amung 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 oh human child 
To the waters and the wild 
For the World’s more full of weeping 
Than you can understand

Away with us he’s going 
The solemned eyed 
He’ll bear 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

Come away oh human child 
To the waters and the wild 
For the world’s more full of weeping 
Than you can understand

For he comes, the human child 
To the waters and the wild 
With a faery hand in hand 
For the world is more full of weeping 
Than you can understand————————————————-Art ⓒ Elena Gladoun