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Sunlight shining through Dandelion seeds on a summer’s morning outside my kitchen window

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757 views – 03.03.14

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 the 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.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim grey 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 is anxious in its sleep.
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.

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 world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

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  • Photography  by Mathilde
    Photography b...over 1 year ago

    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.

    ~William Butler Yeats, “The Stolen Child”

  • Vicki Spindler (VHS Photography)
    Vicki Spindler...over 1 year ago

    WOW this is gorgeous!!! What a wonderful macro!!! Love it :)))))))))))

  • Thank you very much Vicki – I am so pleased you like this ;) xx

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  • Fara
    Faraover 1 year ago

    This is wonderful my talented friend Mattie………………I love the poem and I am wondering where it is set………………..there are places in Donegal called the Rosses and Glencar…………………very interesting………..I hope life is treating you well at present………………I had the children today which was lovely and Safia is coming on very well…………….she is still difficult to photograph though…………………..have a lovely Sunday my dear friend………………..hugs……………………xxxxxx

  • Yeats wrote this poem in 1886 and is based on Irish legend about faeries beguiling a child to come away with them. Yeats was very interested t in Irish mythology and wrote his about faeries (Fairy and Folk Tales) 1888 with his Fairy Folk Tales of Ireland in 1892.

    Thank you for your lovely comment, dear Joyce – so pleased that you had the children – can feel the smile in your words as you type – lol

    xxxx catch up with you very soon xx

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  • Robin Brown
    Robin Brownover 1 year ago

    A ner wee gold start for this visual delight Mattie WTG Girl :o) xx

  • A ner wee one – of my giddy aunt – she would be so proud of me – thank you Robin for your lovely support ;-o) xx

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  • Aase
    Aaseover 1 year ago

    Beautiful work Mathilde:-)

  • Thank you so much Aase – pleased that you like this ;) x

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  • Fara
    Faraover 1 year ago

    I am very interested in WB Yeats………………..you are an erudite friend ………………he was writing about the Rosses in Donegal…………………wild and beautiful…………………..William died in a hotel in Menton, one of my favourite places on the French Riviera and you will have to visit to Drumcliffe to see where he is buried…………………another beautiful part of Ireland…………………….we have a very tenuous link………………….wonderful………………………hugs…………….xxxxxx

  • Love Yeats – love poetry – going to love Ireland when we can meet – these are some of my favorite lines of his

    Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,
    Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,
    Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
    And she is still there, busied with a dance
    Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood,
    Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top

    – Photography by Mathilde

  • Martina Fagan
    Martina Faganover 1 year ago

    lovely

  • Thank you so much Tina

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  • Irina Chuckowree
    Irina Chuckowreeover 1 year ago

    wonderful macro!

  • Many thanks Irina for your lovely comment – :)

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  • Fara
    Faraover 1 year ago

    I am so glad you like William Butler Yeats…………………we will sit in the shadow of Ben Bulben when you visit Ireland……………………..hugs……………xxxxxx

  • xx hugs

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  • Linda  Makiej Photography
    Linda Makiej ...over 1 year ago

    …very lovely work!!

  • Thank you Linda – your comment is really appreciated !

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