:D Does anyone have the time to play with with W.B. Yeats poem "The Stolen Child"?
It's truly one of his most popular poems, and one of his saddest (deals with the death of his brother Robert at a young age) but I think it's one of his best.
Text only and text+image...thanks!
It's truly one of his most popular poems, and one of his saddest (deals with the death of his brother Robert at a young age) but I think it's one of his best.
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 grey 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.
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 grey 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.
Text only and text+image...thanks!
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Date: 2007-11-03 07:14 pm (UTC)Anyway... do you have any particular favorite lines you'd like to see in an icon?
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Date: 2007-11-03 07:18 pm (UTC)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.
And hmm, the following couplets
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
and: Where dips the rocky highland
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Date: 2007-11-03 07:20 pm (UTC)He's not one of my favorite poets, but I adore this poem...it spins around in my head for days since I first read it five years ago.
There's another poem, I believe, "The School Children" or the "School Yard".
Found it. "Among the School Children" and here's the line:
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
Don't need an icon of that but it's another Yeats line.
Thanks again!
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Date: 2007-11-06 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-06 04:39 am (UTC)--Aslera
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Date: 2007-11-04 01:48 am (UTC)Aslera, too lazy to sign in
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Date: 2007-11-04 02:13 am (UTC)Thanks so much!
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Date: 2007-11-06 03:55 am (UTC)http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff286/tearofabasilisk/dreams.png
http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff286/tearofabasilisk/understand.png
http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff286/tearofabasilisk/faery.png
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Date: 2007-11-06 04:38 am (UTC)~Aslera
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Date: 2007-11-06 05:12 am (UTC)