The Song of Wandering Aengus
The Song of Wandering Aengus
By William Butler Yeats
Iwentouttothehazelwood,
Becauseafirewasinmyhead,
Andcutandpeeledahazelwand,
Andhookedaberrytoathread;
Andwhenwhitemothswereonthewing,
AndmothͲlikestarswereflickeringout,
Idroppedtheberryinastream
Andcaughtalittlesilvertrout.
WhenIhadlaiditonthefloor
IwenttoblowthefireaͲflame,
Butsomethingrustledonthefloor,
Andsomeonecalledmebymyname:
Ithadbecomeaglimmeringgirl
Withappleblossominherhair
Whocalledmebymynameandran
Andfadedthroughthebrighteningair.
ThoughIamoldwithwandering
Throughhollowlandsandhillylands,
Iwillfindoutwhereshehasgone,
Andkissherlipsandtakeherhands;
Andwalkamonglongdappledgrass,
Andplucktilltimeandtimesaredone,
Thesilverapplesofthemoon,
Thegoldenapplesofthesun.
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