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!

Great discovery! Thank you!
I've always been fascinated by this song and the lyrics. The atmosphere is so peculiar, and it fades away just like when I would love it to go on and on... I feel like it deserved a place on IDT