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− | I went out to the hazel [[forest|wood]], |
+ | <i>I went out to the hazel [[forest|wood]], |
− | Because a [[fire]] was in my [[head]], |
+ | Because a [[fire]] was in my [[head]], |
− | And cut and peeled a hazel wand, |
+ | And cut and peeled a hazel wand, |
− | And hooked a [[fruit|berry]] to a thread;<br> |
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− | And |
+ | And hooked a [[fruit|berry]] to a thread; |
− | And |
+ | And when white [[moth]]s were on the wing, |
+ | And moth-like [[star]]s were flickering out, |
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− | I dropped the berry in a [[river|stream]] |
+ | I dropped the berry in a [[river|stream]] |
− | And caught a little silver [[trout]]. |
+ | And caught a little silver [[trout]]. |
− | When I had laid it on the floor |
+ | When I had laid it on the floor |
− | I turned to blow the fire aflame, |
+ | I turned to blow the fire aflame, |
− | But something rustled on the floor, |
+ | But something rustled on the floor, |
− | And some one called me by my name: |
+ | And some one called me by my name: |
− | It had become a glimmering girl |
+ | It had become a glimmering girl |
− | With [[apple]] [[flower|blossom]] in her [[hair]] |
+ | With [[apple]] [[flower|blossom]] in her [[hair]] |
− | Who called me by my name and ran |
+ | Who called me by my name and ran |
− | And faded through the brightening [[atmosphere|air]]. |
+ | And faded through the brightening [[atmosphere|air]]. |
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[[Category:Earth literature|Song of the Wandering Angus]] |
[[Category:Earth literature|Song of the Wandering Angus]] |
Revision as of 13:48, 17 June 2009
The Song of the Wandering Angus was a poem by William Butler Yeats. Sally Archer used to recite the poem to her son whenever he had trouble sleeping. (ENT: "Rogue Planet")
Verses
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 turned 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.