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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.


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..