The Song of Wandering Aengus
W.B. 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.
Stunning and very apt for today. πΏ
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Thanks π
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Fantastic!
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Thanks GP. π
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Totally Awesome!
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Thank you. π
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Happy St. Patty’s Day! π
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Happy St Paddy’s to you as well. π
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I hope your St. Patrick’s Day was full of fun. Thanks for sharing the photo’s …beautiful
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Thanks kimmiethegorgeous, hope you had a great day as well. π
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A magnificent image, Maverick. Hoping your St Pat’s Day was wonderful. π
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Thanks Carolyn, hope you enjoyed the day too. π
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Just right and lovely π
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Thank you. π
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