The Stolen Child
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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.
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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 it's sleep
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.
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--                                                                                                                       painting by Scott Perrett
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