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
fairy vats,
Full of
berries
And of reddest stolen
cherries.
Come away, O human
child!
To the waters and
the wild
With a fairy, 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 fairy, 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 whisper 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 the waters and
the wild
With a fairy, hand
in hand,
For the world's
more full of weeping
Than you can
understand.
Away with us he's
going.
The
solemn-eyed;
HeŽll 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.
Come away, O human
child!
To the waters and
the wild
With a fairy hand
in hand,
For the world's
more full of weeping
Than you can
understand.
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