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