a glimmering girl

I don't know about you, but I do not recall the last time (or even any other time in the history of me) that someone quoted a poem and purposefully meant to express something about me with its words. If this sort of thing occurred in my youth and I simply can't remember, I think it is probably because I was too young to appreciate it. OR it truly has never happened and I am just now entering a new realm of open and unafraid adult interactions. AND this person has a lovely way with words, even borrowed words.  I can hardly fathom the experience. I was already pondering on a great deal of things with my roller coaster of a life carrying me away on a daily basis, but now this. This is just wow. What can one do with such a romantic and seriously charming expression? I am without words at this point, so I will share the poem with you and invite you to share your thoughts on the subject.
 
 
The Song of Wandering Aengus by William Butler 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 some one 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. 
 
 

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