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The poem describes fairies luring a human boy away with promises of food, dancing, and mischief. They offer him berries and stolen cherries to tempt him. Though the boy goes willingly, he is still being stolen under their bewitching chant. The fairies whisk the boy away to an island in a lake and the surrounding hills and streams, promising an existence away from the worries and weeping of the human world that he cannot understand. Though unharmed, the boy is lost to the fairies' realm, leaving an sense of unease and loss for the reader.
The poem describes fairies luring a human boy away with promises of food, dancing, and mischief. They offer him berries and stolen cherries to tempt him. Though the boy goes willingly, he is still being stolen under their bewitching chant. The fairies whisk the boy away to an island in a lake and the surrounding hills and streams, promising an existence away from the worries and weeping of the human world that he cannot understand. Though unharmed, the boy is lost to the fairies' realm, leaving an sense of unease and loss for the reader.
The poem describes fairies luring a human boy away with promises of food, dancing, and mischief. They offer him berries and stolen cherries to tempt him. Though the boy goes willingly, he is still being stolen under their bewitching chant. The fairies whisk the boy away to an island in a lake and the surrounding hills and streams, promising an existence away from the worries and weeping of the human world that he cannot understand. Though unharmed, the boy is lost to the fairies' realm, leaving an sense of unease and loss for the reader.
. Like much of his early work, it is based on the myths and legends he heard from local people while growing up in County Sligo. There were many stories about fairies snatching children away and although no one took such tales too seriously, they could still create fear and unease in the subconscious of rural people well into the 20th century The poem is called The Stolen Child but the fairies charm the boy into coming with them rather than actually steal him. They begin by offering food with vats full of berries and of reddest stolen cherries. This may seem commonplace today but rich fruits would have been a luxury in 19th century Ireland. The fact that the cherries are stolen also conjures up the idea of forbidden fruit which adds to the sense of temptation. The fairies also beguile him with stories of dancing and merriment, and of mischief such as playing tricks on slumbering trout (Fish). Although the boy goes voluntarily, he is still stolen in the sense that he has been bewitched by the fairies chanting. The boy is unhurt but the reader is still left with a sense of unease, loss and foreboding. 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 weve 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 worlds 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 worlds 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 worlds more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us hes going, The solemn-eyed: Hell 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 worlds more full of weeping than he can understand