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 someone 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.

Though I am old with wandering%