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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 thr