W.B.Yeats's THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS

The Song of Wandering Aengus.
The magical, lyric poem by William Butler Yeats.

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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[msniw]

I've never before come across this particular poem by Yeats. it's simply stunning and the accompanying images are perfect. Thanks.

[Caspar33]

@msniw Thanks! One of the reasons I put these videos and readings up is for discoveries like that! Delighted you found it and enjoyed.

[hamiltonpaul73]

I am deeply grateful for the poetry and images.

[Caspar33]

Very pleased you liked it. Thanks for the comment. Very kind regards. Fred.

[keanghiero]

NICE POEM.

5*

ALL THE BEST

KEAN

[Caspar33]

Much thanks. F.

[BrokenCrimsonAngel]

Very beautiful <3

[hamiltonpaul73]

The images along with Yeats' poem are beautiful - deeply consoling. Thank you for creating this.