~The Book Of Wonder Encyclopaedia~

~Poetry - W.B.Yeats~

~The Song Of Wandering Aengus~

			    I WENT out to the hazel wood,
			      Because the fire was in my head,
			    And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
			      And hooked a berry to a thread;
			    And when the 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 some one 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 till time and times are done
			    The silver apples of the moon,
			      The golden apples of the sun.