The Stolen Child  

frbnkslady 48F
3442 posts
6/7/2006 8:51 am

Last Read:
6/8/2006 3:16 pm

The Stolen Child

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.

from 'The Stolen Child'
by W.B. Yeats

I just love the old poetry, Ireland, Scotts, Wales, the 'old countries'. I love the history and the lore. T


rm_cru1972 44M
4407 posts
6/8/2006 2:06 pm

I like that post very much

frbnkslady replies on 6/8/2006 3:16 pm:
Good, I just went and bought another of his collections. T

LoveToLixxxxxxx 55M

6/7/2006 9:03 pm

Awesome hun

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frbnkslady replies on 6/7/2006 10:20 pm:
Thank you.. but cannot take credit.. I just happen to love these poems.. T

rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
6/7/2006 9:41 am

This is did a good job

frbnkslady replies on 6/7/2006 11:22 am:
Thank you.. T

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