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The Song of Wandering Aengus
By William Butler Yeats

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.

Source: The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
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25 yrs ago I came "out of the dark".
onto a place "at the end of the world"
as we called it.
but it was a very romantic place.
the house was at the outskirts,
near a forest and a small sea,
and in the year of our love
there were so much poppies within the wheat-field
that we`ll always remember.
at that time I went to her with my guitar
and sung that song to her.
and she came with me.
with the beggar ♥
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Someone called me by my name
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