Song Of The Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood
 Because a fire was in my head
 And I 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
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 When I had laid it on the ground
 I went to blow the fire flame
 And something rustled on the floor
 And someone called me by my name
 It had become a glimmering girl
 With apple blossom in her hair
 She called me by my name and ran
 And vanished in the brightening air
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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 hand
 And walk upon long dappled grass
 And pluck till time and times are done
 The silver apples of the moon
 The golden apples of the sun
 The silver apples of the moon
 The golden apples of the sun