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 aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called [me by]1 my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple [blossom]2 in her hair
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,]1
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

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View original text (without footnotes)
First published in Sketch, August 1897, revised 1899, renamed "Song of Wandering Aengus"
¹ omitted by Edmunds
² Edmunds: "blossoms"

Authorship:

• by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "A mad song" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

• by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "The Song of Wandering Aengus", 2005 [baritone and piano], from Three Magical Songs, no. 2 [ sung text checked 1 time]
• by Derek Bourgeois (b. 1941), "Song of Wandering Aengus", 1962 [baritone and piano], from Six songs of wandering [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
• by James Brown , "The Song of Wandering Aengus" [bass or baritone and piano] [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
• by Doreen Droste , "The Song of Wandering Aengus", published 1973 [SATB chorus a cappella] [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
• by John Edmunds (1913 - 1986), "The Hazel Wood" [voice and piano] [ sung text checked 1 time]
• by Richard B. Evans , "Song of the Wandering Aengus", from In the deep heart's core [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
• by Donovan Leitch (b. 1946), "Song of Wandering Aengus" [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

• FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Walter A. Aue) , "Das Lied des Wandernden Aengus", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2007-05-02
Line count: 24
Word count: 164

Ich ging hinaus zum Haselstrauch,
denn Feuer war in meinem Hirn,
und schnitt und schält mir einen Stab
und knüpfte Beeren in den Zwirn;
und während Motten flattern weiß,
und Mottensterne flickern aus,
die Beere, in den Bach gesenkt,
ein silbern Fischlein zog heraus.

Als die Forelle lag am Strand,
das Feuer facht' zur Flamme ich,
doch etwas raschelte im Sand
und jemand nannt' beim Namen mich:
da stand im Schimmer eine Maid
mit Apfelblüt' im Haar, die ruft,
den Namen mein, und läuft davon
und schwindet durch verklärte Luft.

Obwohl ich alt vom Wandern bin
durch tiefes Land und hohes Land,
ich find heraus, wohin sie ging:
küß' ihre Lippen, nehm' die Hand;
und geh' durch tiefer Wiesen Gras
und pflück, bis Zeiten weh'n davon,
die Silberäpfel ihres Monds,
die gold'nen Äpfel ihrer Sonn.