The Stolen Child Where dips the rocky highland Of slearly riverside, We wandered lonely clear waters For the hills, the green trees and the glens, And we will be as they say, You are all to me now.
- William Butler Yeats
The Stolen Child Where dips the rocky highland Of slearly riverside, We wandered lonely clear waters For the hills, the green trees and the glens, And we will be as they say, You are all to me now.