June 15th, 2007 (11:28 am)
I feel:: Zen
the music in my head sounds like:: Japanese folk music
Stolen Child.
By: W.B.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 fairy vats
full of berries and of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away oh human child!
To the waters and the wild.
With a fairy hand in hand,
for the worlds more full of weaping
than you can understand.
Where the golden moonlight glosses
the dim gray sand 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,
chasing frothy bubbles,
while the world is full of troubles,
and anxious in its sleep.
Come away! Oh, human child!
To the waters and the wild.
With a fairy hand in hand,
for the worlds more full of weeping,
than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
in the hills above glen car.
In pools among the rushes
that scarce could bath a star.
We seek for slumbering trout, whispering in their ears.
We give them unquiet dreams
leaning softly from ferns that drip their tears
of dew on young streams.
Come! Oh, human child.
To the waters and the wild.
With a fairy hand in hand,
for the workds more full of weeping
than you can understand.
Away with us he's going, the solomn eyed.
He'll hear no more lowing of calves in the warm hillside.
Or the kettle on the kob sing peace into his breast.
Or see the brown mice bob round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child.
To the waters and the wild.
With a fairy hand in hand,
for the worlds more full of weeping
than he can understand.
(Because I was bored and hadn't posted in a while. Lovely, isn't it? One of my favorites.)