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The Song of Wandering Aengus
| 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. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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