One More, 'Cause I Couldn't Resist, and It's a Crime I Hadn't Posted This before

The Song of Wandering Angus

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 the 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,
And someone 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 from wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I shall 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.

-William Butler Yeats-

Goodnight and Farewell

I am taking off for Virginia in two days' time, and will likely be gone for at least a couple of months. I intend to purchase a laptop as specie and circumstance afford the chance, but don't expect any posts for a while. Best wishes.

-T.B.-