The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats (one of my favorite people)

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 the reddest stolen cherries.
Come Away, O human child! 
To the waters & the wild 
With a faery, hand in hand 
For the worlds more full of weeping, than you can understand. 

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light
Far off by the furthest Rosses
We woot 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 & the wild 
With a faery, hand in hand 
For the worlds more full of weeping, than you can understand.