Ireland

This is my guide to Ireland, everything from Irish tourist attractions and sights, Irish history , Irish food and recipes, folklore and mythology to the people and culture along with a few Irish superstitions and traditions. Your guide to Ireland by an Irish woman living and raising a family in Ireland

Sunday, March 1, 2009

This Is Ireland


This is my guide to the beauty spots, tourist attractions and sights of Ireland. 

Follow me around Ireland and get a real feel for the people, places and wonders of Ireland.  Speaking as an Irish person living in Ireland, Ireland is a beautiful country with a lot to see and learn, ok the weather is not always ideal but something you will easily forget as you travel with me.

This image is Glencar waterfall in County Leitrim, It is not a large waterfall but it was made famous in the poem "The Stolen Child" by W.B. Yeats

The Stolen Child

By William Butler Yeats


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.



2 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem and great photo Alana - it is very peaceful to look at and makes me want to be there! I can almost hear the soothing water as it falls!

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  2. Wow. What a lovely photo and post. Thank you!

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