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The Stolen ChildWilliam Butler 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 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 glossesThe dim grey sands with light, Far off by furthest RossesWe 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 is 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. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car,In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for sl