From the Poem by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
I WENT OUT TO THE HAZEL WOOD
AND CUT AND PEELED A HAZEL WAND
AND WHEN WHITE MOTHS WERE ON THE WING
AND MOTH-LIKE STARS WERE FLICKERING OUT
I DROPPED THE BERRY IN A STREAM
WHEN I HAD LAID IT ON THE FLOOR
SOMETHING RUSTLED ON THE FLOOR
IT HAD BECOME A GLIMMERING GIRL
WHO CALLED ME BY MY NAME AND RAN
AND FADED THROUGH THE BRIGHTENING AIR
A FIRE WAS IN MY HEAD
AND HOOKED A BERRY TO A THREAD
AND CAUGHT A LITTLE SILVER TROUT
I WENT TO BLOW THE FIRE TO FLAME
AND SOMEONE CALLED ME BY MY NAME
WITH APPLE BLOSSOM IN HER HAIR
THOUGH I AM OLD WITH WANDERING
I WILL FIND OUT WHERE SHE HAS GONE
AND WALK AMONG LONG DAPPLED GRASS,
AND PLUCK TILL TIME AND TIMES ARE DONE
THE SILVER APPLES OF THE MOON
THROUGH HOLLOW LANDS AND HILLY LANDS
AND KISS HER LIPS AND TAKE HER HANDS
I WENT OUT TO THE HAZEL WOOD
THE GOLDEN APPLES OF THE SUN
BECAUSE A FIRE WAS IN MY HEAD
