The Stolen Child<\/b>
\nWilliam Butler Yeats<\/p>\n
Where dips the rocky highland
\nOf Sleuth Wood in the lake,
\nThere lies a leafy island
\nWhere flapping herons wake
\nThe drowsy water-rats;
\nThere we’ve hid our faery vats,
\nFull of berries
\nAnd of reddest stolen cherries.
\nCome away, O human child!
\nTo the waters and the wild
\nWith a faery, hand in hand,
\nFor the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.<\/i><\/p>\n
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
\nThe dim grey sands with light,
\nFar off by furthest Rosses
\nWe foot it all the night,
\nWeaving olden dances,
\nMingling hands and mingling glances
\nTill the moon has taken flight;
\nTo and fro we leap
\nAnd chase the frothy bubbles,
\nWhile the world is full of troubles
\nAnd is anxious in its sleep.
\nCome away, O human child!
\nTo the waters and the wild
\nWith a faery, hand in hand,
\nFor the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.<\/i><\/p>\n
Where the wandering water gushes
\nFrom the hills above Glen-Car,
\nIn pools among the rushes
\nThat scarce could bathe a star,
\nWe seek for slumbering trout
\nAnd whispering in their ears
\nGive them unquiet dreams;
\nLeaning softly out
\nFrom ferns that drop their tears
\nOver the young streams.
\nCome away, O human child!
\nTo to waters and the wild
\nWith a faery, hand in hand,
\nFor the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.<\/i><\/p>\n
Away with us he’s going,
\nThe solemn-eyed:
\nHe’ll hear no more the lowing
\nOf the calves on the warm hillside
\nOr the kettle on the hob
\nSing peace into his breast,
\nOr see the brown mice bob
\nRound and round the oatmeal-chest.
\nFor he comes, the human child,
\nTo the waters and the wild
\nWith a faery, hand in hand,
\nfrom a world more full of weeping than you can understand.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Stolen Child William 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4978","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-whatever"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4978","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4978"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4978\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4981,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4978\/revisions\/4981"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4978"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4978"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4978"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}