W B Yeats - "The Stolen Child" | 15 of 85 | Back1314151617Next | | | | | | | | 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! |
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