Happy New Year .... and sixty years on.

Happy New Year .... and sixty years on.

Post by Ronnie McKinl » Fri, 01 Jan 1999 04:00:00



" 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.

  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 ***,
  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,
  From a world more full of weeping than he can understand."

                                 .. William Butler Yeats 1865-1939

 
 
 

Happy New Year .... and sixty years on.

Post by Kris Bak » Fri, 01 Jan 1999 04:00:00


Thank you, Ronnie - for the greeting that is especially
important right now.

I'd like to join you in wishing everyone a Happy New Year.

And...on a personal note:   if there is anyone besides me
who is totally sick of hearing "Y2K" and "millenium", perhaps
you can join me in my efforts in banishing these words.

Kris

 
 
 

Happy New Year .... and sixty years on.

Post by Maryan » Sat, 02 Jan 1999 04:00:00


Thank you, Ronnie.  Beautiful.  Happy New Year to you and yours.
Maryann
Quote:
>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

 
 
 

Happy New Year .... and sixty years on.

Post by Kathleen Ann Trujill » Tue, 12 Jan 1999 04:00:00


Ronnie,

I love Yeats! Thanks so much for showing me that this poem in
my .sig was part of a Yeats poem, I had no idea. I just saw a piece of
it on the net somewhere and grabbed it for my .sig but it didn't have an
author stated at the end of the verse.

It clears it up a bit now.

                                          Thank You,
                                          Kathleen

Quote:

> " 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.

>   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 ***,
>   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,
>   From a world more full of weeping than he can understand."

>                                  .. William Butler Yeats 1865-1939

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Happy New Year .... and sixty years on.

Post by Ronnie McKinl » Tue, 12 Jan 1999 04:00:00



Quote:
>I love Yeats! Thanks so much for showing me that this poem in
>my .sig was part of a Yeats poem, I had no idea. I just saw a piece of
>it on the net somewhere and grabbed it for my .sig but it didn't have an
>author stated at the end of the verse.

>It clears it up a bit now.

Huh?? ..... is this post in Swedish covert?

Quote:
>:"Don't judge a man until you have walked in his shoes for awhile" -Chinese Philosopher
>:Kathleen Ann Trujillo
>end:vcard

Ronnie
=====
"Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live
Or if I die"
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Happy New Year .... and sixty years on.

Post by Kathleen Ann Trujill » Wed, 13 Jan 1999 04:00:00


Ronnie,

Sorry I had thought I had changed it and put in a verse from
Yeats but I must have changed something else in Netscape. Anyway sorry
for the confusion. I changed my vcard again to something more fitting in
with antiques.  It sort of says it all in this one line by Edgar Allen
Poe.

Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!

                               The Coliseum
                                  E.A.P.

Quote:
>This is now in my vcard

                                      Regards,
                                      Kathleen

"

Quote:


> >I love Yeats! Thanks so much for showing me that this poem in
> >my .sig was part of a Yeats poem, I had no idea. I just saw a piece of
> >it on the net somewhere and grabbed it for my .sig but it didn't have an
> >author stated at the end of the verse.

> >It clears it up a bit now.

> Huh?? ..... is this post in Swedish covert?

> >:"Don't judge a man until you have walked in his shoes for awhile" -Chinese Philosopher
> >:Kathleen Ann Trujillo
> >end:vcard

> Ronnie
> =====
> "Then am I
> A happy fly,
> If I live
> Or if I die"
> ========

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