The Song of the Wandering Angus
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 turned to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one 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.
For some reason, this song has haunted me for over 15 years.
Without wiki'ing it,
1. What do you think the song is about? What did Angus see?
2. What songs do you feel are haunting? More than just beautiful or strange, they take on some other trait that uniquely pierces you
3. Can you find me a link of this song anywhere? My only copy's on cassette and it's in a box somewhere