While the world is full of troubles
The highland hid the anxious ones
The olden lake bubbles and churns in its distress
As the child
Goes wandering over the hillside
They
Who sing of peace
Give them unquiet dreams
Slumbering in the dances of the moonlight
The faery of the twilight moves on
Gossamer wings flapping delicately towards the far off light
And the child follows
Leaning softly out
To the dim gray light of morning
Their weeping falls in vain upon the deaf ears of the child
And is lost in the drop of the glen
The light gushes from the horizon
And the lake is still
Another child sleeps
And wakes anew
YOU ARE READING
Loch Lomond
PoetryWe had an assignment in my English/history class to read William Butler Yeats' "The Stolen Child" and circle at least 10 words and 2 lines that we liked. Then we had to write them on paper in our own poem... with our non-dominant hand. Oh boy. I'm a...
