Stolen child
Where dips the rocky highlandOf Sleuth Wood in the lakeThere lies a leafy islandWhere flapping herons wakeThe drowsy water-ratsThere we've hid our faery vatsFull of berriesAnd of reddest stolen cherries
Come away, O human childTo the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in handFor the world's more full of weepingThan you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glossesThe dim grey sands with lightBy far off furthest RossesWe foot it all the nightWeaving olden dancesMingling hands and mingling glancesTill the moon has taken flightTo and fro we leapAnd chase the frothy bubblesWhilst the world is full of troublesAnd is anxious in its sleep.
Where the wandering water gushesFrom the hills above Glen-CarIn pools among the rushesThat scarce could bathe a starWe seek for slumbering troutAnd whispering in their earsGive them unquiet dreamsLeaning softly outFrom ferns that drop their tearsOver the young streams
Away with us he's goingThe solemn-eyedHe'll hear no more the lowingOf the calves on the warm hillsideOr the kettle on the hobSing peace into his breastOr see the brown mice bobRound and round the oatmeal chest.