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Saturday, February 02, 2008

In honor of St. Brigid...Silent Poetry

"The 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 faery vats,
Full of berrys
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.
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 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 he can understand.

3 Comments:

At 8:30 AM, Blogger The Kelly Green Rogue said...

beautiful!

 
At 9:58 AM, Blogger Bea said...

oh I do like that poem!

 
At 12:16 PM, Blogger Kasia said...

I love the poem and the pic, that must be Clifs of Mohair, right? Thanks for your sweet words, wish you could come to the party, it would be just fabulous!

 

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