W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel woodbecause a fire was in my headcut and peeled a hazel wandand hooked a berry to a threadand when white moths were on the wingand moth-like stars were flickering outI dropped the berry in a stream,and caught a little silver trout….(Song of Wandering Aengus)