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The Song Of Wandering Aengus

Rating: 4.6

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 aflame,

But something rustled on the floor,
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Michael Harmon 10 August 2009

My favorite poem of all time. Which is why I'm disappointed, but not surprised, that there are several problems with this poem as presented on PH. First, 'Through hollow lads and hilly lands.' should be 'Through hollow lands and hilly lands.' Second, I believe this poem should be separated into three stanzas.

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gone gone 06 December 2006

Magical words, indeed......and beautifully sung by Judy Collins.......

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Ryan Pierson 21 August 2006

This sad story is full of rich meaning and is truly the work of a genius.

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Richard Bunch 05 January 2005

Poetry as elixir with such moving lines.

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John O 09 November 2018

The simple lines tells the story of an Irish legend, Angus the god of water, and our unending search for beauty. Though I am old with wandering...........I will find out where she has gone....and pluck till time and times are done....

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Mizzy ........ 27 August 2016

Filled with love, nature and beauty. Real poetry.

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John Richter 27 April 2015

Complicated by Meav's version, true, and grammar or mis-spellings aside, this is still a truly wonderful poem in my opinion. While reading it I got the sense of an older Yeats, or any man, doing whatever he does to occupy his time in his golden years, here catching and preparing a trout - and from no where, in the calm of his serenity comes a young, beautiful girl, perhaps a long lost love, who calls his name toyishly and runs away, leaving him in a heart felt, loving chase.... When I die, when my Creator calls me from this earth and brings me into his arms, I truly hope that it will be in such a manner as Yeats so perfectly describes here....

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Oberyn Martell 11 May 2014

You can search for Glimmering Girl Meav if you like, Meav is an Irish singer, and this song's lyric is The Song of Wandering Aengus.

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Simon Collins 17 May 2012

This is perhaps my favourite poem, but after reading all of his other verse I am not sure he has written it! ? At least not in his usual mind

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