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.
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 the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full 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 the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Excerpt from * The Stolen Child *
by WB Yeats.
Today, I saw every place he spoke of,
and felt his words soak under my skin.
I reminded myself to speak only
( if just for a little while )
in prayers.
The gentle hours and light,
did all the rest.
Reading * Selected poems of WB Yeats
On holiday in * Southern Ireland *
Drinking * White wine for our anniversary*
Mood * Very much in love *
People I am missing very much
* RW* and * RT *
Oh, how I love Yeats! During my last few months at home I borrowed a volume of his poetry from my father. I was completely engrossed. That poem is a really lovely one. It's made me want to visit Glen Carr! That and your wonderful blog post!
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