I was gifted with poetry from @siege_americanpainter. . Because I'm loved. . Because we both love poetry. . Because....just because. . The Song of Wandering Aengus . BY WILLIAM BUTLER 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, 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 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 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. . #poetry #williambutleryeats #valentinesday #goodsouls #Seattle #fineart (at Waystone Wargaming Speakeasy) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coqg0mOJmQsm_3CYn9jRxxCoJ5k8ybFSE0snLw0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
