The Stolen Child
This was made withing the virtual world of Second Life by Lainy Voom.
Poem “The Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats and read by Anya Yalin.
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.