Poetry and Books

The Song of the 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 streamAnd caught a little silver trout. “When I had • Read More »