Chapter: William Butler Yeats poem lyrics. Easy summary meaning. Selected sweat best popular poem for School and college student
THE STOLEN CHILD
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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 glosses The
dim grey 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 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
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 glosses The
dim grey 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 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 slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears Give them
unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears Over
the young streams.
Come away, O human child! To to waters
and the wild With a faery, hand in hand,
For to 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,
From a world more full of weeping than
you can understand.
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