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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).  The Wind Among the Reeds.  1899.

9. 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,         5
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,  10
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  15
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;  20
And walk among long dappled grass, 
And pluck till time and times are done, 
The silver apples of the moon, 
The golden apples of the sun. 


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