The Song Of Wandering Aengus

The Song Of Wandering(ˈwändəriNG) Aengus

By William Butler Yeats(yāts)

I went out to the hazel(ˈhāzəl) wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled(pēl) a hazel wand(wänd),
And hooked a berry(ˈberē) to a thread(THred);
And when white moths(môTH) were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering(ˈflikəriNG) out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver(ˈsilvər) trout(trout).

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled(ˈrəsəl) on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering(ˈɡliməriNG) girl
With apple blossom(ˈbläsəm) in her hair(her)
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded(fād) through the brightening(ˈbrītn) air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow(ˈhälō) lands and hilly(ˈhilē) lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled(ˈdap(ə)ld) grass(ɡras),
And pluck(plək) till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden(ˈɡōldən) apples of the sun.

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