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The Stolen Child 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 chetries.   Come away, O human child!   To the waters and the wild   With a faery, hand in hand,   For the world's morefull of weeping than you   can understand.      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 its sleep.   Come away, O human child!   To the waters and the wild   With a faery, hand in hand,   For the world's morefully of weeping than you   can understand.      Where the wandering water gushes   From the hills above Glen-Car,.   In pools among the rushes   That scarce could bathe a star,   We seek for slumbering trout   And whispering in their ears   Give them unquiet dreams;   Leaning softly out   From ferns that drop their tears   Over the young streams.   Come away, O human child!   To to waters and the wild   With a faery, hand in hand,   For to world's morefully of weeping than you   can understand.      Away with us he's going,   The solemn-eyed:   He'll hear no more the lowing   Of the calves on the warm hillside   Or the kettle on the hob   Sing peace into his breast,   Or see the brown mice bob   Round and round the oatmeal-chest.   For be comes, the human child,   To the waters and the wild   With a faery, hand in hand,   from a world more full of weeping than you.
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