the stolen child

Excerpt from 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 a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you
can understand...

(One of my favorite poems. I just need to go back and draw in a heron and the picture will be finished.)