Intro:
I went out to the hazel wood,
because а fire was in my head,
and cut and peeled а hazel wand,
and hooked а berry to а thread;
and when white moths were on the wing,
and moths-like stars were flickering our,
I dropped the berry in а stream
and caught а little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
but something rustled on the floor,
and some one called me by my name:
It had become а glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her head
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.