Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glencar, 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. (📸 today at Glencar waterfall, Co Leitrim. The poem is an excerpt from ‘The Stolen Child’ WB Yeats.)