Song Of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel woodBecause a fire was in my headAnd cut and peeled a hazel wandAnd hooked a berry to a thread.And when white moths were on the wingAnd moth-like stars were flickering outI dropped the berry in a streamAnd caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the ground I went to blow the fire a-flameBut something rustled on the floorAnd 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 ranAnd faded through the brightening air.Though I am old with wanderingThrough hollow lands and hilly landsI will find out where she has goneAnd kiss her lips and take her hands.And walk among long dappled grassAnd pluck till time and times are doneThe silver apples of the moonThe golden apples of the sunThe silver apples of the moonThe golden apples of the sun.