“I went out to the hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
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....
(Song of Wandering Aengus)”
―
W.B. Yeats,
The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
