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    <TITLE>The Song of Wandering Aengus</TITLE>
    <AUTHOR>
		<FIRSTNAME>W.B.</FIRSTNAME> 
		<LASTNAME>Yeats</LASTNAME>
	</AUTHOR>
    <STANZA>
        <LINE>I went on to the hazel wood,</LINE> 
        <LINEIN>Because a fire was in my head,</LINEIN> 
        <LINE>And cut and peeled a hazel wand,</LINE> 
        <LINEIN>And hooked a berry on a thread;</LINEIN>
	<LINE>And when white moths were on the wing,</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>And moth-like stars were flickering out,</LINEIN> 
	<LINE>I dropped the berry in the stream</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>And caught a little silver trout.</LINEIN>
     </STANZA>
     <STANZA>
	<LINE>When I had laid it on the floor</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>I went to blow the fire flame,</LINEIN>
	<LINE>But something rustled on the floor,</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>And someone had called me by name:</LINEIN>
	<LINE>It had become a glimmering girl</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>With apple blossoms in her hair</LINEIN>
	<LINE>Who called me by my name and ran</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>And faded through the brightening air.</LINEIN>
     </STANZA>
     <STANZA>
	<LINE>Though I am old with wandering</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>Through hollow lands and hilly lands,</LINEIN> 
	<LINE>I will find out where she has gone,</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>And kiss her lips and take her hands,</LINEIN>
	<LINE>And walk along the long dappled grass,</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>And pluck till time and times are done,</LINEIN> 
	<LINE>The silver apples of the moon,</LINE> 
	<LINEIN>The golden apples of the sun.</LINEIN>
     </STANZA>
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