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August 23, 2007

The world is full o' weeping...

The Stolen child
WB 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 berrys
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.
Complete poem here

PS: Was mailed this by an Irish friend... and the last four lines, have stuck. I want my fairy... to take me away.

1 comments:

Maxine said...

The world is full of weeping
for those distant to happiness
The fairy can wait, to see more smiles
Who knows where the fairy will take you away..