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Comment by Bill Tillman on March 23, 2013 at 12:04pm

Patti,

Great images very inspiring.

Bill

Comment by Patti Annelle Patten on March 23, 2013 at 11:07am

You are welcome!  No, the pictures are not from the Welsh Fairy Book--but I am looking for Welsh related fairy pics!  I am part Fae--you know :-)  Well, I like to think I am.

Comment by Brian y Tarw Llwyd on March 22, 2013 at 11:55am

Ah!  Great stuff, Patti!  Thanks for adding some life to the group. 

Comment by Ceri Shaw on March 22, 2013 at 11:44am

Diolch for posting Patti....great pics...are they from the Welsh Fairy Book?

Comment by Patti Annelle Patten on March 22, 2013 at 8:54am

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 berrys
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.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray 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 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.

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.

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