The Stolen Child

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.… Leer más