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Song of the Wandering Aengus lyrics
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 some one called me by my name:
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
Poem by William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
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- Track 10 on Golden Apples Of The Sun
- 9 Little Bit of Mercy
- 9 A Little Bit Of Mercy
- 11 Great Unknown
- 11 The Great Unknown
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