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57 lines
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The Stolen Child
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Where dips the rocky highland
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Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
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There lies a leafy island
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Where flapping herons wake
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The drowsy water rats;
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There we've hid our faery vats,
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Full of berrys
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And of reddest stolen cherries.
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Come away, O human child!
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To the waters and the wild
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With a faery, hand in hand,
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For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
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Where the wave of moonlight glosses
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The dim gray sands with light,
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Far off by furthest Rosses
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We foot it all the night,
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Weaving olden dances
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Mingling hands and mingling glances
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Till the moon has taken flight;
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To and fro we leap
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And chase the frothy bubbles,
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While the world is full of troubles
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And anxious in its sleep.
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Come away, O human child!
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To the waters and the wild
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With a faery, hand in hand,
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For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
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Where the wandering water gushes
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From the hills above Glen-Car,
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In pools among the rushes
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That scarce could bathe a star,
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We seek for slumbering trout
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And whispering in their ears
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Give them unquiet dreams;
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Leaning softly out
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From ferns that drop their tears
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Over the young streams.
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Come away, O human child!
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To the waters and the wild
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With a faery, hand in hand,
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For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
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Away with us he's going,
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The solemn-eyed:
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He'll hear no more the lowing
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Of the calves on the warm hillside
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Or the kettle on the hob
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Sing peace into his breast,
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Or see the brown mice bob
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Round and round the oatmeal chest.
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For he comes, the human child,
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To the waters and the wild
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With a faery, hand in hand,
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For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand. |