The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And I cut and peeled a willow wand, And I dating the berries red, And I flung my berries in the air And danced around in heated flare.

In the glades with the greenish tree, With a whisper of the wind I dreamed an opening fair, But it made me more alone, and dressed the night with love, And count of stars when silence held and called me free.

And when I went out, I saw a glimmering light It was hope that whispered, under the cool of the night. And so it is that I go onward, you have delayed my life, Oh, Aengus come closer with your enchanted air.

• William Butler Yeats