Song of Wandering Aengus

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I went out to the hazel wood,
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Because a fire was in my head,
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And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
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And hooked a berry to a thread;

A7 (b) (C) (C#)
And when white moths were on the wing,
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And moth-like stars were flickering out,
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I dropped the berry in a stream
Em A7 (B) (C) (C#)
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 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.