W.b. YeatsCome 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.
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Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. The poem, "Come away, O human child!" was written by William Butler Yeats. It is a poem about the magical power of youth. The poet wants to teach his son something very important. He wants him to know that the world is not only full of pain but also full of beauty, especially when he is still young.
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