The Song of Wandering Aengus

[featherynscale]

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 aflame,
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.

-- William Butler Yeats

Comments

makes me smile

[lightonthesill.livejournal.com]

That is one of my most favorites. I have a beautiful recording of a woman from the Paul Winter consort singing it. Thanks for posting...it brought a smile to m'face.
~ C

Re: makes me smile

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

oooh! There's a tune? Must find it... Everything is easier to remember if it has a melody.

Re: makes me smile

[lightonthesill.livejournal.com]

Yes! It's very etherial soprano boys choir ish...yet it's not out of my range...so it's not really soprano. I'll dig it out upon our return! You'll dig it.