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by W.B. Yeats
In Irish mythology, Aengus is the fae god of love, youth and poetic inspiration.
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 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.
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