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 berrys
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. The Stolen Child W. B. Yeats
1865 –
1939