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.