Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

But where's the wild dog that has praised his fleas?

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots

Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on.