RE dips the rocky
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy
Where flapping herons
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away,
O human child!
To the waters and the
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than youcan understand.
Where the wave of moonlight
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away,
O human child!
To the waters and the
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than youcan understand.
Where the wandering water
From the hills above Glen-Car,.
In pools among the
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering
And whispering in their
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly
From ferns that drop their
Over the young streams.
Come away,
O human child!
To to waters and the
With a faery, hand in hand,
For to world's more full of weeping than youcan understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the
Of the calves on the warm
Or the kettle on the
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For be comes, the human child,
To the waters and the
With a faery, hand in hand,from a world more full of weeping than youcan understand.
First published December 1886 in the Irish Monthly.
Furthest Rosses near Sligo is famous for it's Fairies.
There is here a little point of rocks where, if anyone should fall to sleep, there is danger of them waking silly, the fairies having carried off their souls. (Fairy and Folktales of the Irish Peasentry 1888)
