The Song of Wandering Aengus - W. B. Yeats

 

I went out to the hazelwood,

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 aflame,

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 amongst dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

 

 

- For Derek, and Andromeda.

EBunbury EBunbury
46-50, M
2 Responses Mar 9, 2009

I'm embarrassed to admit it took me many years to realise that Yeats and Keats were two different people!

I knew about Ray Bradbury's book, "The Golden Apples of the Sun" long before I knew he was quoting Yeats in the title.