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W.B. Yeats

The Song of Wandering Aengus   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… Continue reading W.B. Yeats

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