Monday, June 14, 2010

A Scrap Of Piscatorial Verse From W.B. Yeats


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 whsipering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that spread 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.


-- from "Stolen Child"
Now, THAT's what I call great recruiting literature!



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3 Comments:

Blogger huntb said...

Lets cross the bridge when we come to it..................................................

10:52 PM  
Blogger Ur-spo said...

that remains one of my favorite poems!

10:12 PM  
Blogger 彥安 said...

you did a good job..................................................

6:31 PM  

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