Golden Apples of the Sun
by RC DeWinter
Title
Golden Apples of the Sun
Artist
RC DeWinter
Medium
Painting - Digital Oils
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Copyright 2010 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
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The Song of Wandering Aengus
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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.
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When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
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.
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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,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun. ~ W.B. Yeats, 1899
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May 2nd, 2010
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