"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,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand."
—
W.B. Yeats, The Stolen Child
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Chimehour (The Faire Curiosities #1) - Sample Chapters
FantasyOn May Day of 1901, Dublin falls. Dublin dies in the wake of a mysterious illness, leaving its victims rabid, mindless, and very hungry. Panic rises, driving people away from Ireland in fear of plague. But Stanley knows better. He can hear these 's...
