Claire Roche : The Song Of The Wandering Aengus

Claire Roche performing in song "The Song Of The Wandering Aengus", a poem by W.B.Yeats, at the Methodist Church Sligo, part of the Yeats Festival 2009.

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 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 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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lovely!