The Song Of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the Hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire-a-flame,
But someone had called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among the dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
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“I went out to the Hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head”
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“And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;”
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“I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.”
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| “And faded through the brightening air.” |
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“And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among the dappled grass,”
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“Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;”
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