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                            -Wm. Butler Yeats
                     recorded by Judy Collins
           I went out to the hazel - wood
           Because a fire was in my head 
           Cut and peeled a hazel - wand 
           Tied a berry to a thread      
           And when white moths were on the wing
           And moth - white stars were flickering out
           I dropped the berry in a stream
           And caught a little silver trout..........
           I had but laid it on the bank 
           And gone to blow the fire a-flame
           Something rustled in the air  
           Something 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 vanished in the brightening air........
           Though I am old, with wandering
           Thru hilly lands, and hollow lands;
           I'll find out where she has gone
           To seek her lips, to take her hands-
           And walk thru long green dappled grass;
           To pluck 'til Time, and times are done:
           The Silver Apples of the Moon;
           The Golden Apples of the Sun...............

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