Song of the Wandering Aengus


by: W.B. Yeats

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.

There is a melody I learned which I like to sing, using the words of this poem as lyrics. I could not find a sound clip, however, this youtube clip of a version by Judy Collins is very pretty...

1 comment:

  1. Ah such lovely words. I wasn't aware it was set to music and I really like it. I hope you had a great thanksgiving.
    I want to thank you for my beautiful stone. I have it in a bowl on my desk. Be well.