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Wandering

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The Song of Wandering Aengus


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 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.

~ William Butler Yeats

Written by Jim

January 22, 2017 at 2:29 pm

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Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
~William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire

I thought I heard a bit of a commotion during the night. Some garden fairies seem to have taken up residence during the cover of darkness…

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Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place.
~William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

I think that people who can’t believe in fairies aren’t worth knowing. ~Tori Amos

Written by Jim

July 12, 2015 at 7:33 am