The Stolen Child

    he rocky highland

    Of Sleuthe lake,

    there lies a leafy island

    here flapping herons wake

    ter rats;

    ts,

    Full of berrys

    And of reddest stolen cherries.

    Come away, O human child!

    to ters and the wild

    ith a faery, hand in hand,

    For tand.

    glosses

    t,

    Far off by furt Rosses

    e foot it all t,

    eaving olden dances

    Mingling hands and mingling glances

    till taken flight;

    to and fro we leap

    And chy bubbles,

    roubles

    And anxious in its sleep.

    Come away, O human child!

    to ters and the wild

    ith a faery, hand in hand,

    For tand.

    er gushes

    From the hills above Glen-Car,

    In pools among the rushes

    t scare could batar,

    e seek for slumbering trout

    And wheir ears

    Give t dreams;

    Leaning softly out

    From ferns t drop tears

    Over treams.

    Come away, O human child!

    to ters and the wild

    ith a faery, hand in hand,

    For tand.

    Ah us hes going,

    the solemn-eyed:

    he lowing

    Of the warm hillside

    Or ttle on the hob

    Sing peace into ,

    Or see the brown mice bob

    Round and round tmeal c.

    For he human child,

    to ters and the wild

    ith a faery, hand in hand,

    For tand.