| I WENT out to the hazel
wood, |
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| Because a fire was in my head, |
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| And cut and peeled a hazel wand, |
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| And hooked a berry to a thread; |
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| And when white moths were on the wing, |
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| And moth-like stars were flickering out, |
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| I dropped the berry in a stream |
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| And caught a little silver trout. |
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| When I had laid it on the floor |
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| I went to blow the fire a-flame, |
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| But something rustled on the floor, |
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| And someone called me by my name: |
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| It had become a glimmering girl |
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| With apple blossom in her hair |
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| Who called me by my name and ran |
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| And faded through the brightening air. |
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| Though I am old with wandering |
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| Through hollow lands and hilly lands, |
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| I will find out where she has gone, |
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| And kiss her lips and take her hands; |
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| And walk among long dappled grass, |
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| And pluck till time and times are done, |
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| The silver apples of the moon, |
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| The golden apples of the sun. |
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