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A.I. – Artificial Intelligence….Looking for the Blue Fairy……..



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A.I.
Artificial Intelligence
Looking For the Blue Fairy

“…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”

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26 thoughts on “A.I. – Artificial Intelligence….Looking for the Blue Fairy……..
  1. Robin Williams did suffer in his mind, personally and to himself for a very long time…longer, apparently, than he could stand up under it. No human can choose this way out unless he/she has lost all hope. The poem says it all in my book…

    Come away O human child'
    To the waters and the wild,
    With a faery hand in hand,
    For this world's more full of weeping,
    Than you can understand…

    Weighs heavily on my spirit tonight…

    Peace all…Sarge…

  2. 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 of reddest stolen cherries.
    Come 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.

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

    Where the wandering water gushes
    From the hills above Glen-Car,
    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.
    Come 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.

    Away with us he's going,
    The solemn-eyed:
    He'll hear no more the lowing
    Of the calves on the warm hillside
    Or the kettle on the hob
    Sing peace into his breast,
    Or see the brown mice bob
    Round and round the oatmeal chest
    For he comes, the human child
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand
    From a world more full of weeping than he can understand
    Keats

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