The Once and Future NIADA Souvenir


            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 thread;

            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 some one 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 faded through 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.

                                             ~William Butler Yeats