Tirill Mohn - The Song of Wandering Aengus (NPap remix - new)

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The Song of Wandering Aengus 

poem by William Butler Yeats

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,

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 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

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.