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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Enter the Vale
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....Travelers
who have visited us
since
3/12/99