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April 10, 2011

  

 

Twilight, Sussex; Arthur Hughes

Twilight, Sussex; Arthur Hughes

 

THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS

                          William Butler 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 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. Read More »

 

The Inquisition

April 10, 2011

 

The Inquisition, Charles West Cope (1880)

The Inquisition, Charles West Cope (1880)

 
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