| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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. | |