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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.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses the dim gray 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 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 more full of weeping than you can understand.

–The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeates