The Song Of Wandering Aengus

I

NT 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

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floorI went to blow the fire aflame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And some one called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering

With apple blossom in her

Who called me by my name and

And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with

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 till time and times are

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.