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kittykats1's blog post - ho hum

Thursday, February 1, 2007, 5:42:11 PM
A very dreary day, the weather is chilly and the sky is gloomy and gray. My little one is sick at home with a sore throat so I made a little bed with blankets on the couch so he can watch some cartoons and relax. For some reason the dull gray weather always makes me think of this poem -


The Stolen Child by Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Slewth 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 grey sands with lights,
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 would 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

Going to go and read some books with my little one. Take care everyone,

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: The Flaming Lips "Do You Realize?"

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GioFromItaly
2-Feb-07 9:38:37
i never read it before, neither in italian... thak you and a kiss to your baby... just had a baby sick at home