I randomly came across this today and couldn't help reading it in the tempo of the Northwood:
The Song of Wandering Aengus by WB 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 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 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.
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.
Interesting to compare with the Northwood by PJH:
I went out to the deep northwood Because a fire was in my head Thinking of the face I left The way she looked as I left her bed Her words still ringing in my ears The thrill is gone after all these years I went out to the deep northwood Because a fire was in my head Thinking of the face I left The way she looked as I left her bed Her words still ringing in my ears The thrill is gone after all these years Our love gets blown away He went out to the deep northwood Left a fire raging in my head
Apologies if this connection has been spotted before but it was new to me!
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