Yeats Song of the Wandering Aengus

In this episode I read, or rather chant to you, a classic Yeats poem and reflect on what it means to me. Here s the text of that poem: The Song of Wandering Aengus BY 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 mothlike 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