Friday, November 23, 2007

The Stolen Child



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.




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 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 scare 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,

For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

- W.B. Yeats

For my dearest friends, now, in this time of hurt and loss. For the child that should have been yours, to love and to hold. For the child that should have been.

My heart aches for you, and if I could shoulder some of this burden for you, I would.


Instead, I will hold your hand. I will offer you my words. I will be there.




13 comments:

jen said...

i am thinking continuously about one such beautiful family tonight myself.

painted maypole said...

i have one in mind as well, as I read this

beautiful

flutter said...

This was so kind of you

crazymumma said...

An unbearable sadness isn't it. The loss of a maybe. The not of a should have been.

slouching mom said...

Oh, and my favorite poet, as well!

Lovely. We are all thinking about her.

Don Mills Diva said...

What a touching post. It brought tears to me eyes.

Lisa b said...

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
This is the faith I was raised in - to believe that to leave this world was to find peace. Still it is heartbreaking to lose a baby.
I think it means so much to have such a loss validated and memorialized by your friends.

Aliki2006 said...

So beautiful--achingly, so. I am thinking, too, of a family I know.

Beck said...

Oh. So sad and beautiful.

Candygirlflies said...

So beautiful. And I'm thinking about her today, too.

Have you heard Canadian singer Loreena McKennitt sing this poem as a song? It is positively mesmerising...

Thank you for this.

xo CGF

kittenpie said...

Beautiful. Heartbreaking.
It's a terrible loss, that is. I am terribly sorry for them, too.

NotSoSage said...

What a wonderful gift, being there.

Nap Warden said...

Being there is all you can do...Lovely post.

 

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