Song of the Wanderer
t 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 flicker-
ing out, K 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: . . , Bt 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. —W. B. YEATS.
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Southland Times, Issue 23740, 11 February 1939, Page 8 (Supplement)
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171Song of the Wanderer Southland Times, Issue 23740, 11 February 1939, Page 8 (Supplement)
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