The Hazelwood

Warning there is some tasteful nudity ahead
  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 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.

When 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.

~Patrick Wolf Lyrics taken from the poem
“The Song of Wandering Aegnus” by William Butler Yeats.