About the poet
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) stands at the turning point between the Victorian period and...
The Song of Wandering Aengus
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.