{"id":301,"date":"2003-10-17T01:50:10","date_gmt":"2003-10-17T09:50:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chriscorrigan.com\/blogs\/?p=301"},"modified":"2003-10-17T01:50:10","modified_gmt":"2003-10-17T09:50:10","slug":"106638061040486156","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/106638061040486156\/","title":{"rendered":"106638061040486156"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes you just need to read some <a href=\"http:\/\/plagiarist.com\/poetry\/?aid=29\">Yeats<\/a>:<\/p>\n<div><strong>The Stolen Child <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Where dips the rocky highland<br \/>\nOf Sleuth Wood in the lake,<br \/>\nThere lies a leafy island<br \/>\nWhere flapping herons wake<br \/>\nThe drowsy water-rats;<br \/>\nThere we&#8217;ve hid our faery vats,<br \/>\nFull of berries<br \/>\nAnd of reddest stolen cherries.<br \/>\n<em>Come away, O human child!<br \/>\nTo the waters and the wild<br \/>\nWith a faery, hand in hand,<br \/>\nFor the world&#8217;s more full of weeping than you can<br \/>\n       understand.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Where the wave of moonlight glosses<br \/>\nThe dim grey sands with light,<br \/>\nFar off by furthest Rosses<br \/>\nWe foot it all the night,<br \/>\nWeaving olden dances,<br \/>\nMingling hands and mingling glances<br \/>\nTill the moon has taken flight;<br \/>\nTo and fro we leap<br \/>\nAnd chase the frothy bubbles,<br \/>\nWhile the world is full of troubles<br \/>\nAnd is anxious in its sleep.<br \/>\n<em>Come away, O human child!<br \/>\nTo the waters and the wild<br \/>\nWith a faery, hand in hand,<br \/>\nFor the world&#8217;s more full of weeping than you can<br \/>\n      understand. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Where the wandering water gushes<br \/>\nFrom the hills above Glen-Car,<br \/>\nIn pools among the rushes<br \/>\nThat scarce could bathe a star,<br \/>\nWe seek for slumbering trout<br \/>\nAnd whispering in their ears<br \/>\nGive them unquiet dreams;<br \/>\nLeaning softly out<br \/>\nFrom ferns that drop their tears<br \/>\nOver the young streams.<br \/>\n<em>Come away, O human child!<br \/>\nTo the waters and the wild<br \/>\nWith a faery, hand in hand,<br \/>\nFor the world&#8217;s more full of weeping than you can<br \/>\n      understand. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Away with us he&#8217;s going,<br \/>\nThe solemn-eyed:<br \/>\nHe&#8217;ll hear no more the lowing<br \/>\nOf the calves on the warm hillside<br \/>\nOr the kettle on the hob<br \/>\nSing peace into his breast,<br \/>\nOr see the brown mice bob<br \/>\nRound and round the oatmeal-chest.<br \/>\n<em>For he comes, the human child,<br \/>\nTo the waters and the wild<br \/>\nWith a faery, hand in hand,<br \/>\nFrom a world more full of weeping than he can<br \/>\n        understand.<\/em> <\/div>\n<p>Thanks, <a href=\"http:\/\/pennyscott.blogspot.com\/\">Penny.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes you just need to read some Yeats: 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&#8217;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&#8217;s more full of weeping than you can understand. 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