Daily Sip - 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 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.

-W. B. Yeats

I'm sure when I'm 90, I'll spend hours thinking about all my lost loves also.

Nice.

Interesting poem. Too many times we think about what could or should have been though. This poem still brought up interesting ideas in my head. :]

I kind of liked the simplicity of this poem. The rhyming is pretty basic, but that made it read like a nursery rhyme or something. I had it stuck in my head for about an hour after posting it.

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I agree! It stuck with me for awhile!! :P

This is one of the poems my mother would recite to me in her sing-song voice as we did housework together. I never really listened to the words, just her voice. I remember the last two lines best. I now understand why she would softly shake her head there.