Stolen Child

By W.B. Yeats 
: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 fairy vats
:Full of berries
:And of reddest stolen cherries.
:Come away oh 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 wave of moonlight glosses
:The dim grey sand with light
:By far off 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
:Whilst the world if full of troubles
:And is anxious in its sleep. 
:Where the wandering water gushes
:From the hills above the 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. 
:Away with us he's going
:The solemned 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 he comes, the 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.