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 hazel wand, And I went to the brooks side, And I found a little silver trout, And I caught it, and it turned into a beautiful woman.

With a tangled golden hair; And I thought I would never see her again, But I will go, and when I see the cocccord, I will love her forevermore.

• William Butler Yeats