2 thoughts on “With A Fairy Hand In Hand

    1. It is a great poem! I now feel compelled to put the entire passage where it can be read by all. I strive to read it using my best Gaelic accent. I’ll have to work on the musical bit…or let my kids do that for me. Cheers, Steve.

      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.

      Where the wave of moonlight glosses
      The dim gray 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 faery, 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 whispering 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 faery, hand in hand,
      For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

      Away with us he’s going,
      The solemn-eyed:
      He’ll 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
      For he comes, the human child
      To the waters and the wild
      With a faery, hand in hand
      From a world more full of weeping than he can understand

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