The Song of Wandering Aengus

1I went out to the hazel wood,

2Because a fire was in my head,

3And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

4And hooked a berry to a thread;

5And when white moths were on the wing,

6And moth-like stars were flickering out,

7I dropped the berry in a stream

8And caught a little silver trout.

9When I had laid it on the floor

10I went to blow the fire a-flame,

11But something rustled on the floor,

12And someone called me by my name:

13It had become a glimmering girl

14With apple blossom in her hair

15Who called me by my name and ran

16And faded through the brightening air.

17Though I am old with wandering

18Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

19I will find out where she has gone,

20And kiss her lips and take her hands;

21And walk among long dappled grass,

22And pluck till time and times are done,

23The silver apples of the moon,

24The golden apples of the sun.