The Song Of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head
 And cut and pealed 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 something rustled on the floor, and someone 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 long dappled grass and pluck 'til time and times are done
 The silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun
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