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Come away, human child to the water come away, human child to the water and the wild.Witha feary hand in hand. For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where dips the rocky highland of sleuth wood and 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 the reddest stolen cherries.Come away, human child to the water come away, human child to the water and the wild.With a feary ,hand in hand for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.Where the wave of moonlight glosses the drim grey sand with light, far off in furthest rosses we foot it all the night.Weaving olden dances mingling hands and mingling glances, til 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, human child to the water come away, human child to the water and the wild.With a faery hand in hand for the worlds 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 could scarcely bathe a star we seek for slumbering trout and whispering in their ears, we give them unqiet dreams;leaning softly out from ferns that drop their tears over the young streams.Away with us he is going the solemn -eyed; he'll hear no more the lowing of the calves on the warm hillside; nor the kettle on the hob. Sing peace into his breast or see the brown mice bob around and around the oatmeal-chest.
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For he comes, the human child to the water he comes,the human child to the water and the wild.With a faery, hand in hand. From a wotld more full of weeping than he can understand.. human child.human child. With a faery, hand in hand. from a world more full of weeping than he can understand..than he can understand... than he can understand...he can understand.