Come away, O human child

...
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 of the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
...
-- William Butler Yeats

Stolen Child is among my most favorite poems. It has such a hallucinative effect on me, perfect for hard and gloomy times, when you really feel you want to take refuge to a place where the wandering water gushes and the drowsy water rats. Oh I wished for little faeries to come and steal me away, to the leafy island, full of berries, and of reddest stolen cherries....