Muse II

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Continuing  the thread of my last post, and in honor of

National Poetry Month, I am including here

the full version of  Wm Yeats'  "Golden Apples of the Sun",

("The Song of Wandering Aengus").

I think it is the best "muse"/soul poem I've ever read,

and one of my all time favorites.

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 tread;

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 blossoms in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded in 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.