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The Song of Wandering Aengus

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Aengus is an Irish mythical figure, who in this poem remembers a lost love. There are many beautiful images in the poem - make a note of those that stand out to you, helping you make pictures in your head as you read or listen to the poem. Say just these words out loud to yourself several times, perhaps drawing a picture of one of them. Go back to reading the whole poem and think about the way the images work together to create a beautiful scene.

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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 laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
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.

The Song of Wandering Aengus

by William Butler Yeats