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[00:01.69]The Song of Wandering Aengus by WB Yeats - Dervla Kirwan
[00:06.59]I WENT out to the hazel wood,
[00:09.42]Because a fire was in my head,
[00:12.05]And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
[00:13.84]And hooked a berry to a thread;
[00:16.43]And when white moths were on the wing,
[00:19.88]And moth-like stars were flickering out,
[00:22.72]I dropped the berry in a stream
[00:25.43]And caught a little silver trout.
[00:28.01]When I had laid it on the floor
[00:31.07]I went to blow the fire aflame,
[00:33.63]But something rustled on the floor,
[00:36.35]And some one called me by my name:
[00:39.32]It had become a glimmering girl
[00:41.95]With apple blossom in her hair
[00:44.27]Who called me by my name and ran
[00:46.75]And faded through the brightening air.
[00:49.92]Though I am old with wandering
[00:54.82]Through hollow lads and hilly lands.
[00:58.48]I will find out where she has gone,
[01:00.58]And kiss her lips and take her hands;
[01:03.78]And walk among long dappled grass,
[01:07.46]And pluck till time and times are done
[01:12.46]The silver apples of the moon,
[01:13.95]The golden apples of the sun.