The Song of Wandering Aengus

I wish out to the hazel wood Because a fire was in my head And I cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry with a thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth-like stars were flickering out I dropped a berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame But something rustled on the door And someone called me by by name. It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms 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 goner And kiss her lips andc take her hands And walk among long dappled gra*s And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun