The Song of Wandering Aengus
by W. B. Yeats
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, 5
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, 10
But something rustled on the floor,  
And someone 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 15
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; 20
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.  
 

Aengus — a figure in Celtic mythology, Aengus is associated with several legends involving love. The specific tale Yeats tells here does not match any of them precisely.