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Song of Wandering Aengus by WB 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 went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one...
You are the honored guest. Do not weep like a beggar. for pieces of the world.– Rumi (via nezua)