The Song of the Wandering Aengus – W.B. Yates

The Song of the Wandering Aengus 
W.B. Yates
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:
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. 
 
1899
Please find below a version by Christy Moore – one of Ireland’s best known folk singers and songwriters. 
Mike Scott of the Waterboys has also used this poem as the basis for a song – but there doesn’t appear to be a youtube link for that…yet!
 

A Poetry Moment

 
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Posted on November 7, 2011, in All Posts, Poetry, W.B. Yates and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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