Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I went out to the hazel woodbecause a fire was in my headcut and peeled a hazel wandand hooked a berry to a threadand when white moths were on the wingand moth-like stars were flickering outI dropped the berry in a stream,and caught a little silver trout....(Song of Wandering Aengus) ”
W.B. Yeats
From : The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
